I love/hate it. I’ve been doing nothing else but watching this show for the last two and a half days, and I think I’ve now entered some sort of fugue state... suddenly my most important activity is yelling epithets at the screen every time Kristin makes a stupid face or makes enlightening statements such as: “It is…

I came back here to both thank you and wave an angry fist at you. The latter first: I’ve gotten no work done since Thursday afternoon because I have been watching this damned show nonstop, and am now in the middle of season 3. The former last: This shit is amazing and cracks me up (Jax in post-nosejob recovery mode,…

Far preferable to the shopworn boo-hooing of self-proclaimed “nice guys” who are endlessly bitter that pretty girls don’t want to fuck them. Guess what? Not everyone has to want to fuck you, and it really doesn’t have anything to do with being nice or not. The “pretty girls only like assholes” trope is both pathetic…

She *feels* the new flavors, she doesn’t taste them.

So fucking over this “friend-zone” narrative.

I would just like to thank you for that startlingly familiar description of nail-biting ... that is *exactly* what I do, and precisely how I feel while doing it. Sometime in my early 20s I managed to mostly stop, also by keeping them neatly painted. But long periods of having decent-looking hands would be dashed…

I don’t ever want it to end!!!

Oh my, so sorry for the delay! I feel like I should quote Sookie, when Lorelai asks her what crazy wedding things she had ordered from Bora-Bora while living in Emilyworld: “I’m gonna shield you from that one.”

Philadelphia, anyone? We can be super annoying and say all the dialogue out loud, like I do when I watch alone (which is always.) And of course, a giant plate of untoasted PopTarts.

God. Damn.

This post is making me exceedingly happy. My people, finally!

I’m not sure what this even means.

SAME

two flaps of leather ... I just died. Thank you.

I really feel like I’ve found my people

Girls just wanna have fu-un

Sookie can do no wrong

I know that sweater. It’s powder blue and fuzzy (I think.)

My mother and I love it too. We both have the DVD box set, and I had literally watched every episode at least 20 times *before* they were streaming on Netflix. It’s pretty much my default. But I’m also at the hypercritical point where I’m noticing that there are SO. MANY. PLOT. HOLES. They were straight-up lazy and…

NAILED IT