Someone brought up the argument that the vast majority of Twilight haters are the ones who've never read it, and they made a legitimate point. In the interest of fairness, I decided to read a little bit of Twilight today, finding a free excerpt online. While I already know and despise the premise and characters, I thought that maybe I could find a ( Read more... )

Bratz Dolls are being discontinued, for which I am inordinately pleased. I can at least respect Barbie. She's got a career (several, actually), and her own little pink convertible and dream house that she bought with her own money. She realized Ken was a loser and dumped him, and is now living it up as a single, healthy woman. Barbies are still ( Read more... )

I've fallen a little in love with Amelie Poulain. I don't care if she's a fictional character. She's utterly adorable.

Holy. Balls ( Read more... )

Dear Jalapeno Plant:

I have been good to you. Relatively speaking. You may have spent your first four months on domestic living in a glass jar (three of which for science, the rest of which from laziness/frugality), but you, you hardy little bastard, grew magnificently. I kept you adequately watered and fed tasty little green plant foods which ( Read more... )

Today, I did my uncivil duty and removed a number of Prop 8 signs from the area surrounding my home. They're sitting on my kitchen table, and I wish to make a cloak from the pelts of the fallen. ...But it'd probably send the wrong message ( Read more... )

My teacher kissed me on the top of the head today.

Who should you vote for?
Barack Obama
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The following is a comment that was too long for the picture I was leaving it on, proving that I a rambly fucktard. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but it's safe to say I apparently don't agree.

( Long, Naruto related rambles my friends list couldn't give less of a fuck about. )

I just lost a friend. Or, more accurately, just discovered I lost a friend early this morning. Margo knew she was dying. She told me on St. Patrick's Day, amongst filling me with Bailey's and cuddling in front of her husband. She told me she had six months. She told me I was beautiful and that I should visit her more. She had bruises around her ( Read more... )