OkCupid Honesty Dilemma

me: I just worry that, if I put "straight" on my profile and then meet a guy, and we start talking about our histories, and I mention that I've slept with women, he'll be all, "You're a LIAR!"
Stacey: Nat... What guy has EVER been upset about that?

When I hear someone else call my best friend their best friend

whatshouldwecallme:

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Truth. I was gonna pretend like I did this only in grade school, but nope, still get like this even as an adult.


me: There’s a scene in this movie where Ashley Judd eats cold Chinese food in her underwear with her roomie Hugh Jackman

as a twelve year old, I always dreamed that this was what falling in love as an adult was like
Someone Like You was my favorite romantic comedy as a preteen, subject to endless rewatchings as I went through high school. If only things were that easy now.

Easily the highlight of my week: Recreating The Avengers' shwarma scene with the Tor.com folks.

Easily the highlight of my week: Recreating The Avengers' shwarma scene with the Tor.com folks.


Amanda: it’s amazing the things people do when they come out of relationships

some run off to france, some become sluts and some decide they’re going to pierce 10% of their head

Amanda is grossly overexaggerating the “slut” part—two crushes is hardly scandalous—but she’s right about the piercings.

grapelet:

Leftovers: my friend’s webcomic (she’s the artist).  Zombies and food trucks, what’s not to love.  Go check it out!

Thanks for the shout-out!

grapelet:

Leftovers: my friend’s webcomic (she’s the artist).  Zombies and food trucks, what’s not to love.  Go check it out!

Thanks for the shout-out!


Food Face

Tristan just informed me that I make a specific face while eating: A slight squint of my eyes and a smile. Considering that we just got brunch (Irene hasn’t set in on Brooklyn yet!), he just had an hour to see the face in action.


How I Will While Away Hurricane Irene (Now with Friends!)

So for various reasons, the other people living in my apartment will not be staying there this weekend, for the twenty-four hours or so in which Irene is supposed to dump on NYC. Tristan and Megan came through, so now I have company for the hurricane! Thankfully, the apartment itself isn’t located in an evacuation zone, and I’d rather just hole up in there than try to crash somewhere else. It’ll be a bit lonely, but I have plans: Still hoping to do the below on my forced vacation…

  • Watch Gilmore Girls repeats on my TV until the power cuts out.
  • Learn how to do more than ten push-ups at a time.
  • Eat peanut butter sandwiches and fruit, assuming by the time I get to Food Emporium the shelves aren’t empty.
  • Wear my TOMS wedges to stretch them out, since it’ll be dry indoors.
  • Work on my graphic novel, series, and web comic—either on the computer or by hand. I’m always complaining about not having enough time to write, so why not take advantage of hurricane-alypse!

This is why I should’ve gotten my act together and adopted a cat before now!