Generally, I like being single, and I like not having a roommate. Kind of a lot, even. Except sometimes I get the flu, and then I'll be wailing at the unsympathetic walls about my great failure in life of not attracting anyone who'd make me tea and extra spicy Indian food and watch brain-rotting teevee with me. I will absolutely take the ( Read more... )

I would now like to use some very unladylike language, but fuck. FUUUUUUUUUCKK. Who the fuck turns a funny, cute, lightweight show like Entourage into fucking heartbreaking four and a half seasons in? And doesn't fuck it up but achieves something so good it hurts? And the finale, Jesus, I haven't yelled and cried at teevee like that since Arthur ( Read more... )

"--and since Britney fucked hers up, it's all you ( Read more... )

Other people feel compelled to post pictures of their cats and attractive footwear. I feel compelled to post a picture of my surgery-induced black eye. The damage isn't very impressive, but edited to linked because no one needs that on their flist and it'd show up in comment view if I put it under a cut. Sallow skin courtesy of middle of the night ( Read more... )