people are always saying i’d like iced coffee or the mountain goats or whatever, but if anyone has ever said that i would like minecraft, i will punt them into next tuesday
i think that kimchi was probably beamed directly to earth from heaven
i made myself a martini, for old time’s sake. good gin doesn’t quite hit the same spot
the fact that i can't spend valentine's day with my husband is a crime. give me the strength to keep going regardless
the downside of being from television is that people will just say anything about me
the next time i look at a new york times cooking recipe will be too soon. juniper berries for a beef stew? what am i, an alchemist?
journaling and making food from scratch doesn’t fix everything, but it helps a hell of a lot
i had nightmares and then woke up with my entire body aching. just like old times
i'm really about to buy not one, but two lobster-shaped bath bombs for myself. a guy's gotta have a little luxury
i love cleaning when nobody else is ordering me to do it. being a housewife was my first choice of career—brown university had to twist my arm to go to their medical school
i need a full day of pure hedonism to make up for the awful week i’ve had and will keep having. can anyone direct me to the garden of earthly delights? i have a reservation
hi. i just watched a video where someone seasoned their pasta water with salt, black pepper, and garlic powder. can somebody out there cope with this better than i can?
goddamn it. being told what to do is one thing, being forced into particular emotional responses is another. but both of them make me want to tear my hair out, and both of them have been happening here at home. give me strength
i love analog music as much as the next guy, but anyone who thinks synthesizers are inferior or somehow not real music has packing peanuts for brains
i ate homemade stew and brie and bread half an hour ago and i could go to bed right now
