popculture-and-i:

I won’t reblog your post (I didn’t want people to do that when I did an audio post) but I LOVED IT! And I did not have to drink to enjoy it. You have a lovely voice, and I really enjoyed listening to it. I love these - much better than GPOYW - because you feel like you really get to know someone. Um, I hope that doesn’t sound creepy. It just makes people a bit more real to you. Oh my gosh, that whooshing! I did giggle when you came to the light sabre bit, it was so sweet. You’re completely adorable and awesome. I want to hang out with you!

And good luck with granny!

This makes me want to do an audio post of my own.

popculture-and-i:

onlysubterranean:

I’ve just spent an absurd amount of money at Target; some on desperately-needed home furnishings and some on Christmas gifts (my nephew is so much easier to buy for than is my niece — why is that?).

Among other things, I left with two oversized throw pillows so gorgeous I want to cry. That photo does the color absolutely no justice. They’re this sort of jewel-toned reddish purple, not the grape they appear to be. They’re very Moroccan-themed and the snowflake/stars embroidered on them in gold classed up my living room times a million the moment I set them down on my couch. I tried taking photos of the actual pillows (because I know everyone on Tumblr cares deeply about my home décor) but there isn’t a single room in my apartment bright enough to really showcase that color. It’s so unbelievably lovely and is going to be the inspiration for the complete overhaul of my currently-blah living room. I even bought a lamp to match. It is probably stupid of me to be this excited over throw pillows, but oh my god, they’re stunning. And so fluffy. I might buy eight more and sleep on a bed made of them like some kind of sultan, because damn if they don’t make me feel rich and luxurious.

NO! You should be excited! Those pillows are gooooorgeous. I get so excited by things that I buy or make, that sometimes I feel like I want to be near them at all times for the first couple of days, just so that I can look at them all the time. Hahaha. You are not the only one.

Maybe it’s harder with girls because there’s so much gendered crap like “Housewife kit in pink” or whatever, and you try to stay clear, whereas toys geared for boys are quite easy to like as they tend to be more active? I don’t know. Just throwin’ stuff out there.

That might be true.  I don’t normally get so excited over home décor, but damn if these pillows didn’t blow my mind.  I keep looking over at them.  I don’t even care that the stars are really more snowflakes than stars; they are going to live on my couch forever because I can’t imagine an entire season without them now that I have them!  Ahaha.  Oh man.  I love these damn pillows so much that if I were sexually active I’d probably fear I was pregnant and in the nesting phase right now.

jgh:

I dealt with enough rude (but adorable) 12-year-olds today.

Time for mah drank! It’s Friday!

Mine were all adults, but motion seconded.  This has been the worst of days in a hellacious week.  Beer me.

I’ve just spent an absurd amount of money at Target; some on desperately-needed home furnishings and some on Christmas gifts (my nephew is so much easier to buy for than is my niece — why is that?).

Among other things, I left with two oversized throw pillows so gorgeous I want to cry. That photo does the color absolutely no justice. They’re this sort of jewel-toned reddish purple, not the grape they appear to be. They’re very Moroccan-themed and the snowflake/stars embroidered on them in gold classed up my living room times a million the moment I set them down on my couch. I tried taking photos of the actual pillows (because I know everyone on Tumblr cares deeply about my home décor) but there isn’t a single room in my apartment bright enough to really showcase that color. It’s so unbelievably lovely and is going to be the inspiration for the complete overhaul of my currently-blah living room. I even bought a lamp to match. It is probably stupid of me to be this excited over throw pillows, but oh my god, they’re stunning. And so fluffy. I might buy eight more and sleep on a bed made of them like some kind of sultan, because damn if they don’t make me feel rich and luxurious.

kelsium:

onlysubterranean:

When I was on Lexapro (for social anxiety) a few years ago, I was insanely, stupidly paranoid for the entire first month.  Really stupid stuff, like I was convinced I was going to die of carbon monoxide during the night.  I slept with my window open about six inches for a week — in early Februrary — freezing my ass off, telling myself how stupid, of course you are not going to die of CO poisoning dummy, go to sleep.  But I couldn’t because I was paranoid.  And freezing.  Eventually I had to buy a carbon monoxide detector and plug it in in my bedroom, because I just couldn’t get past the idiotic paranoia of imminent death by breathing.  After four weeks or so this side effect wore off and the Lexapro did its job and helped me without all of that nonsense.

My sister’s on it now (for standard-issue anxiety).  It’s been about a week.  She’s convinced she has a brain tumor.

Lexapro was great for me, but first I ran through the gamut of side effects: headache, dizziness, nausea, paranoia. I avoided elevators for two weeks because I thought if I stepped in one it would plummet to the basement instantly.

Weird.  Weirder still was how neither my doctor nor my sister’s doctor warned either of us of this apparently-common side effect.  I hate doctors.

When I was on Lexapro (for social anxiety) a few years ago, I was insanely, stupidly paranoid for the entire first month.  Really stupid stuff, like I was convinced I was going to die of carbon monoxide poisoning during the night.  I slept with my window open about six inches for a week — in early Februrary — freezing my ass off, telling myself how stupid, of course you are not going to die of CO poisoning dummy, go to sleep.  But I couldn’t because I was paranoid.  And freezing.  Eventually I had to buy a carbon monoxide detector and plug it in in my bedroom, because I just couldn’t get past the idiotic paranoia of imminent death by breathing.  After four weeks or so this side effect wore off and the Lexapro did its job and helped me without all of that nonsense.

My sister’s on it now (for standard-issue anxiety).  It’s been about a week.  She’s convinced she has a brain tumor.