You know, the only times when I wish that I was majoring in women's and/or queer studies is when I watch Pretty in Pink. Oh God, the term papers I could write about this shit.

Incidentally, I have a date for next weekend; I am wasting this weekend on really cheap wine and self-pity.

Oh my god, I hate Blaine.

I loathe everything about New Year's Eve, with the glaring exception of the blessed and wonderful Twilight Zone marathon. I've been looking forward to the monster on the wing of the plane episodes for weeks, if not days ( Read more... )