whiteravengirl: science is fun; gloves are difficult. (much more than just a breakfast drink.)
uh, starting an all-nighter with a* bottle of anderson valley's boont amber ale: WIN/TOTAL MOTHERFUCKING WIN?


*one or more.
whiteravengirl: science is fun; gloves are difficult. (Default)
since about 6:30 this morning when i first rolled over and moaned plaintively at my alarm clock, the phrase looping through my head has been "buffy want beer. beer good. foamy. boy smell nice." because really, beer is good. and it is foamy. and boy does smell nice. and i can't think of a nicer way to spend today (or any day, really) than curled up in bed with a four-pack of guinness and male unit #1. sadly, i'm at work, and hideously bored, and i call (furtively) upon the internets at large to provide succor to my boredom. if only because beer and boy will come after work. yay, after work.

so. entertain me, those of you who still read this! come talk to me about the jericho femmeslash i'm writing! come talk to me about beer, or politics, or cheese. just, for the love of god, keep me from jabbing this pencil in my eye. please?
whiteravengirl: science is fun; gloves are difficult. (salsa isn't salsa without one.)
i've been trying and trying to write up that reflective year-in-summary post which is so popular around this time (read: two weeks ago), but. there is too much. let me sum up. last year i: quit two shitty jobs. quit smoking. found more to love about my boyfriend and my friends and family. ate a lot of food. drank a lot of beer. got my drivers license. had a lot of feminist rage. had a lot of bewilderment at everyone else just sort of sailing through not noticing things they really should be angry about. had a lot of fun. had a lot of suck. and figured out a couple of pretty important things. and quite frankly, aside from the shitty jobs/suck/rage aspects, i really wouldn't complain if this year tallies up much the same. (well, plus having more money. and health insurance. and someone i can respect in the white house. those things strike me as pretty keen.) pretty much my new year's resolutions are: get accepted to grown-up school already. be really, really drunk for a wide space of time around the election. have more sex. eat more vegetables. be happier. be more relaxed. go to more shows. go outside more. and do more cooking.

so with that in mind:

soup for the new year )
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