What the fucking fuck is wrong with that asshat? Rather than walk into traffic, take care of yourself and pamper yourself and mourn what you need to mourn. Then look forward to Valentine's Day 2014, aka your personal Independence Day, and celebrate your freedom from that miserable creep. Look forward to future…

Not nearly as bad as most of what I'm reading here, but this pretty much sums up why I cringe over this holiday. I went to a Catholic high school whose newspaper did the whole "buy a Valentine's ad!" fundraiser thing. I was a loner by choice and preferred to remain anonymous and unnoticed in high school, so I was…

Ha! I only clicked on this article to see if anyone else had commented about Dance Academy. I devoured it last month when I was ill for a few weeks; it was recommended to me after I'd watched First Position. I'm waiting for school and work to distract me from the fact that DA's 3rd season is not yet available on…

Showing my age, but back when we got our first PC my parents sprang for the Encyclopedia Encarta disc collections. I used to spend hours clicking on random entries. . . until it hit me with "aye aye." Now, my baby books were the Complete Brothers Grimm and collected works of Poe, so I've never been one to spook…

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"...be short, straighten your hair, and don't talk about your job."

It's been cold and foggy all day, so I'm curled up with the pork ribs and sauerkraut that've been simmering in the Crock Pot all day, served up with the best batch of sour cream mashed potatoes I've ever made. I'm ridiculously blissed out on comfort food right now.

Cayuga and Niagara wines are sweet, grapey white wines that are a little more sophisticated than moscato. And for dessert, port is a classic sweet red indulgence.

My first name is almost always misspelled (people opt for the common Biblical spelling, but my un-Biblical French Canadian mother spelled it the French way, natch); this generally doesn't bother me (it only bugs me when people post/comment on Facebook and misspell my name right next to/under the "right" way). But…

That's so awesome! Wear that shirt with pride: not only did you kick ass in math class, you landed a sweet, thoughtful guy as well!

Re: lip products. Check out the Bite line while you're at Sephora. They've got an excellent array of glosses, stains, high pigment pencils, and regular lipsticks in colors that are pretty much universally flattering. Their Lush Lip Tint is a perfect starter for someone who's "inexperienced with makeup"— it's a…

Why would going back to school to pursue a personal goal be super dumb? Awesome on the law degree— now build on it! I considered my clinical psych degree to be a solid foundation for when I went back to school for mortuary science. It *can* feel weird having a bachelor's or higher and then going to community…

Theoretically I should since ALL of my friends are coupled up and doing their own thing. But I'm single by choice and hate crowds/big parties (but I'm not antisocial by any means, honest. I'm super super introverted so tons of prolonged noise/external stimulation leaves me feeling deader-than-dead levels of…

Not really toys ("really"? How about "not toys at all"), but my dad used to let me play with his collection of antique swords, flails, and maces. Even though age had dulled them, they were still pretty damn sharp if you weren't careful. I was playing with mourning stars before I was even strong enough to really pick…

Sounds like you need a visit with this therapy dog to help in your recovery.

I'm an only child; my mother took care of me, so I have no problem with taking care of her by myself when she's old. It was hard for her (she didn't always have support, and she had her own horrific shit to deal with at the time), and I'm sure it will be hard for me, but it's not quite the worst thing in the world. …

Ditto. Three-year-old me totally swooned when he said, "Faint heart never won fair lady!" Oodelally!

Ah, so being a part of a band is why Nikki Sixx didn't stay dead? I knew there was science behind that. Neat.

I thought the point here was that these pictures are of the clothes Kanye told her to wear. She had her own clothes, he got rid of them and replaced them with stuff he liked. It's not so much a commentary telling her what not to dress herself in, more like a commentary on why you should dress yourself and not let…

Sweet little kitten who didn't loose his mittens!