Wash ,'War Stories'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
TOM HARDY!
What?
In news apropos of nothing, putting a peel off coupon on the first paper towel in the roll would be more helpful if, you know, my hands weren't wet at the time and unable to handle an unanticipated slippery piece of plastic on my (recycled!) paper towels.
I have just been informed that you *don't* need to use FB or Twitter to sign up for Gawker sites, contradictory to what the screen implies. If you click two levels deeper it will tell you that you can register with an email address, but recommends you use one without your real name in it if you want to be anon, since it will be fixed in your profile forever (you can change your username, but the URL to your profile will always contain the first one).
Who the fuck goes two clicks deep just to read up on registering to comment on a site? Seriously.
That's almost as irritating as all those sites that enforce you using some sort of common pre-existing ID to comment.
TELL ME WHO YOU ARE AND/OR WOULD LIKE TO BE DATING AND/OR SLEEPING WITH!! DOOOO IT!!!
Can we hug after? I want there to be hugs.
OK, so Liese is presenting as straight and ita ! is a risk for sexual harassment. Check.
I've had 2 sexy dreams lately about Benedict Cumberbatch, so I think my subconscious self would pick him. My conscious self understands the attraction, but at the same time is saying, "Him? Really?"
I think Cumberbatch is so odd loooking. But can sometimes see the attraction.
My very conscious self wants Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Carla Gugino, about equally. With a side of Jensen Ackles.
I've had 2 sexy dreams lately about Benedict Cumberbatch
This is not fair. In my dreams last night, I wrote detailed footnotes to the fiction book I was reading before I fell asleep.
My conscious self would have to play rock paper scissors between Benedict Cumberbatch and Alex Kingston.
This is not fair. In my dreams last night, I wrote detailed footnotes to the fiction book I was reading before I fell asleep.
In my dream, my mother did not like the salt and pepper shakers I had gotten her, and so got rid of them and I was upset. Then my grandmother was really mean to me, and I threw a placemat and broke an antique lamp and cried. (My grandma has been dead for over 10 years)
