I mean, yeah.
We’re also in a vanilla relationship and typically keep that dynamic going when we’re not in the bedroom.
So, he’s not going to lean over and be like, “are you enjoying those quesadillas, my little cumdumpster?”
I mean, yeah.
We’re also in a vanilla relationship and typically keep that dynamic going when we’re not in the bedroom.
So, he’s not going to lean over and be like, “are you enjoying those quesadillas, my little cumdumpster?”
Craftsmate: What turns you on, sweetheart?
Me: (points)
Craftsmate: Besides the quesadilla.
Me: (points)
Craftsmate: Besides the chipotle.
This was probably the song I listened to most this summer. Which will make a certain be-trousered tumblrer get all smug. But it’s true: his ability to tag posts is only surpassed by his ability to curate good music.
Oh, and I guess he writes okay erotica as well.
Nonetheless, I’d like to imagine this is the song robots play when they have really gratifying angry sex.
You heard me.
For something (and a post) that recalls a little hiccup this summer, go here.
For something a little punchier, go here.
So, I got what isn’t on-paper a job offer but is essentially a job offer.
Doing something wonderful and challenging.
With a starting salary that is unexpectedly good for somebody with my degree and academic interests. (Which isn’t, like, what is persuading me to go.)
In the coming weeks, I’ve been invited to check the place out, meet some potential coworkers and see if this is right for me.
After feeling really anxious about my future for the past few weeks, I’m going to go have a slice of pizza and just revel in this.
“Conversation 16” – The National
I’ve seen The National in concert and the show is somewhere between a dynamic musical experience and watching a man become progressively more and more intoxicated on a stage.
I’ve also got a teensy proclivity for zombies.
And this lyric: I’m a confident liar/Had my head in the oven so you’d know where I’ll be/I’ll try to be more romantic/I wanna believe in everything you believe.
For a cheesy 16 song, look here.
For something 16-related and completely different, look here.
No idea why these are all 16s.
I wish I had thought of this before I queued this post up weeks ago, but it makes such a perfect Ivy Valentine that I had to send it to you x
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A super sweet submission from filthylittlebunny. I’m squealing.
Happy Valentine’s Day from your grumpy cat.
So, I decided a fabulous way to procrastinate my thesis and other work would be to do the 30 Day Music Challenge.
And the first one on the countdown of sorts is Madeleine Peyroux’s cover of “Blue Alert”.
For another “Blue” song by the original creator of “Blue Alert”, look here.
For an impossibly forlorn “Blue” song, look here.