"And graven with diamonds in letters plain, There is written, her fair neck round about; ' Noli me tangere; for Cæsar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.'"
My childhood-trauma 1950s-remnant salad was what my family called a "coleslaw ring". Imagine all the deliciousness of coleslaw, but in solid Jello-ring form with lime Jell-O holding it together. And about half a jar (gag) of mayonnaise spooned into the center (gag) as if the coleslaw itself didn't have enough (gag) mayonnaise in it already...oh god I'm going to hork. Horrors. Just...horrors.
Massive Attack's "Mezzanine". The entire album. That and a couple glasses of plum wine and LOOK OUT LADIES AND GENTS
My vote is for Cotton-Eyed Joe by Rednex.
The Good Men Project has always to me sounded like the "Nice Guy" Project.
Ugh I am SO GOOD, I treat women like equals and occasionally do housework and look after my kids, why won't these bitches fuck me and cook me dinner?
To paraphrase Chris Rock, I'm not going to give you credit for shit you're SUPPOSED TO DO
I liked Sharp Objects far better than Gone Girl, for what it's worth.
@Heat Signature I don't hang out with a bunch of substance abusers, like occasional cocaine use is something that's perfectly normal to do, soooo.
I'm into reading, high heels, cute lipsticks, baking (wearing both), and forensic anthropology. OOH CURVEBALL
@damselfish I agree. I feel like Twitter is not a place for thoughtful, reasoned discourse. I appreciate and enjoy the small thought-bites, but without the ability to speak at length on a subject (and not via multiple tweets) I feel like any "conversation" one is attempting to have falls flat, especially important, nuanced ones like this.
@Amphora Sorry :(
If it makes you feel any better, I cried. I was going to see her this weekend at the zoo.
Sadly, the Brookfield Zoo posted yesterday that the above baby dolphin has died of unknown causes.
Captain Buzzkill, I know. Sorry sorry sorry.