condoms, Rose. Condoms! Condoms! Condoms!

If I gave a flying frack about Valentine's Day, I would so totally send these to every single person I know.

The title of this post is from a gem of an episode.

it's not worth shit. let it go.

After a ridiculous amount of lounging around on the couch in my bathrobe, I'm on the final season of Six Feet Under. Around the beginning of the third season, I considered putting my viewing on a little hiatus out of fear that it wasn't the smartest idea to be watching a show about death (among so many other things, of course) when the inevitability of it has already been weighing far too heavily on my mind lately.

Last night I watched the season four finale from which this clip was taken. You don't really need any back story in order to understand what's going on, which is part of the beauty of it. One two-minute-and-thirty-second scene manages to sum up quite nicely what I think a good chunk of the entire glorious show is about.

It makes me thankful I didn't opt for the hiatus.

how is *your* relationship with your asshole?

While I'm all for removing the taboo nature surrounding some body parts, both in the sexual sense and the regular ol' everyday sense, this dude just creeps me out. I credit the, "little babies enjoy their assholes" comment.

But he *has* inspired a new "enjoy your asshole" tag. Sweet!

P.S. Since this isn't a porn-y "how to" site, you probably won't see that tag often. Probably.

you know what's fun?

Sitting at my boring-ass desk at my boring-ass job listening to shit like this.



In a cute little cardigan.

Who the fuck am I?

fucking winter colds

I feel like complete ass.

Watching this over and over again...it makes me feel better.

Hey girl, you grab the blankets. I'll make you some chicken soup and we'll curl up and watch Buffy.

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yes, fine, I will admit it

I am still not friggin' done reading the Harry Potter series. I have the seventh and final book left, which I plan on starting next week and finishing over the weekend. How I've managed to not have the ending ruined for me, I have no idea. But I'm assuming once the film opens on the 19th, that may change, whether I like it or not.

Plus, I like the stories and do very much want to finish them all. I just need a little non-magical reading thrown in too.

Where I'm going with this post is here:

Next weekend, my plan is to not only devour whatever I have left of Deathly Hallows but to do so after having made Butterbeer Cupcakes as an accompaniment. They sound eighteen kinds of delicious and as an added little treat, provided it arrives on my doorstep sometime this next week, I hope they're going to be the very first things I make with this:

I've wanted one for years and since I've been baking lately, I've noticed that it's terribly difficult with a hand mixer and a fairly small Pyrex bowl; half the flour winds up on the walls and half the liquid gets splattered all over whatever shirt I'm wearing. It annoys me and when I get annoyed, I get cranky and when I get cranky, it is not at all pleasant. And baking is all about warm, happy feelings; not unpleasantness.

So, I bought it. And I'm psyched. And I can't wait to bake up a fucking storm.

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