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Urgh. I think I’m waiting for my bf to break up with me. He hasn’t spoken to me since Saturday night, because I stormed out of the house and was feeling insane because he didn’t want to come out. Again. Sounds […]

Nothing like attempting to have a conversation about dish-doing with a roommate to reaffirm my suspicions that I never properly learned how to effectively communicate with any human being ever.

Freeze shit.

That’s generally my motto in life. Especially with chopped onions and fresh herbs that don’t mind being mushy.

Yes! We can eat tastykakes.

For my undergrad, it was mandatory during orientation, and I was a consent facilitator one year. My partner proceeded to play the ‘oh, do you know so-and-so’ game with one of the students, and the rest of them […]

Just discovered tastykakes.

Ate four chocolate bells today, and they were all delicious.

I didn’t grow up eating bacon, discovered it in college, and love the shit out of that swiny gold. I never buy it uncooked because I feel my mother telepathically judging me, and have no idea how to cook it. Also, […]

Is anyone here from/in Philly, in their middish twenties, and in need of a drinking buddy? I can’t decide if I’m in on a Saturday night because I am a) still weirded out by relocation, b) hated by all my […]

Oh, can I get an amen? You worded my thinkings perfectly.

All the huggles are belong to you. You are neither faulty nor alone in this feeling, but I won’t advise you because I haven’t yet successfully figured my own mess out. However, I do think that counseling would […]

Speaking of UFYH…does anyone have any effective packing-for-relocation-two-hours-away-for-grad-school strategies? I just don’t know what to bring, how many of them to bring, and ugh.

bacooooon

Word. I got up early, and still didn’t do jack. I’ve been reading Shadows of the Night (and love love love it) and being goofy and buying hairdryers instead of packing for my move in a week. Shit.

Ooh, ‘ores’.

Now, bedtime. This is what happens when you play too much Words with Friends.

Ice cream sandwiches: worth all the weird gasness and stomach roiblings hours later.

In other news, I’m terrified of moving, hope my roommates don’t suck, and am trapped in a downward spiral of moving paranoia […]

son, rout, ton, not, ion, lotion, solute, sire, rise, and my brain melted because I’m sleepy.

Dearly, Departed by Lia Habel

Everything Gail Carriger ever wrote ever

Cassandra Clare’s novels are YA and well-written, and kindasorta about vampires. More about angels and other creatures though. If you’re […]

I LOVE THOSE BOOKS. And, since you mentioned it, love your guts by association.

Thaaaaank you. I’ve been icing the living fuckery out of it.

Chinese food is magic.