Now I know why I don't clean more often.
It’s gross and boring.
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Thinking with the little head: Abstinence
nicorosso: If people had an orgasm every time they ran a red light, it would be really difficult to get them to stop. Sexual abstinence as a means of birth control seems to have little incentive other than a reinforcement of the conscience, which I believe is easily overruled by human/animal needs. So let’s teach stronger strategies for birth control, rather than trying to get everyone to stop...
Smart Bitches Unite: Identity, Community, and...
thatloudlitchick: So, once there was this time (about 2 years ago) that I wrote a paper about the Smart Bitches website for my pop-culture class. And the prof loved it, and asked for a copy to use as an exemplar for future students doing this assignment. And more importantly, my sister liked it, and told me to post it. So here ‘tis: “Everyone has a very firm idea of what the average romance...
All true confessions of a romance husband! →
Mr. Archer, aka Nico Rosso, answers questions about what it’s like to be married to a romance author. Leave a comment/question and you could win an advance review copy of my December release, DEVIL’S KISS!
41 Photos of Alan Rickman. You're welcome. →
Paula Deen and Guy Fieri should have an eating...
But I can’t decide if I would be horrified or fascinated. Maybe a little of both.
crabby-cakess asked: Endless Breadsticks are a powerful influence. Damn you, Olive Garden!
My husband took a HP House Sorting Quiz tonight.
I always suspected I was Ravenclaw, so imagine our gratification to learn that he’s Ravenclaw, too. I suppose this means we’d be sneaking off somewhere in the tower for some after-hours spellcasting.
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes...– ~ Anaïs Nin (via sensualsurprises)
The fact that they made a live action/computer animated film of The Smurfs doesn’t bother me. I don’t feel like they’re betraying my childhood, because, personally, I never cared about the Smurfs. I didn’t as a child, I didn’t during my teens, and I didn’t engage in ironic discussions about the logistics of Smurf cosmology during my twenties. So make a movie...
Cat #2 looks. Cat #1 *watches.*