Top: Andrew Lincoln as creepy lovestruck dork crushing on his best friend’s wife in Love Actually.
Bottom: Andrew Lincoln as hardcore motherfuckin’ zombie slayer in The Walking Dead.
Newest for the collection. It mostly tastes like RumChata but I’m pretty stoked to have found it (yet still bitter that mint chocolate Baileys remains AWOL in Canada).
Also, while sorting my liquor cabinet, I realized I have a bottle of gingerbread Kahlua that I’ve taken, like, one sip out of. What do you even do with gingerbread Kahlua?
Found a new ginger kitteh friend on Macpherson!
my favourite part of shakespeare plays is the person at the end that is like “see how these people fucked everything up. don’t do this. look at this fuckery. look at it. fuck this. fuck everything.”
I’m making pumpkin turkey chili! Awwwww yeah.
You swallow me whole
With just a mumbled hello
And it breaks my heart to love you
It breaks my heart to love you
On the topic of Editors… (they are EXCEPTIONALLY good live, too)
stellastarr* - “Sweet Troubled Soul”
Have you ever listened to stellastarr*? You should really listen to stellastarr*.
I saw a double bill of stellastarr* and Editors at the Phoenix way back in 2005 and, although I was coasting on maybe two hours of sleep and having had to do the walk of shame out of the Delta Chelsea Hotel earlier that day, it’s still one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to.
International Dateline/ LADYTRON
Went to The Bristol last night for a belated birthday dinner with a half-dozen ladyfriends (and one husband). This group of girlfriends has been my core social group for almost ten years now — we’ve travelled together, we’ve lived together, we’ve gotten drunk together, we’ve made dumb decisions together in our (relative) youth. And while it’s weird to think that we’re grown-ups now, it’s cool to have a core group of friends that will be there for you no matter what.
I’m mushy at 9 in the morning.