Cannot. Stop. Watching. Justin Timberlake adorableness.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Complete waste of time. Valid passport, birth certificate and DL, not enough proof that I am me. I need my marriage license. I'm amazed I was issued a passport without all this crap.
Ugh, DJ. That is so annoying. I am SO GLAD I didn't change my name; I have heard too many stories like this.
It has never been a problem until now. But, when I went to get a new driver's license, they flipped out that my name didn't match my SS card even though I've gotten DLs since I've been married and you don't have to have a SS card to get a DL that I know of.
So off we trudged to the SS office who needs a marriage license. What if Jon and I were common law like his boss and her late husband?
Meara, I met a girl last night that looked EXACTLY like Clea Duvall. So much so that when I mentioned it, she told me that she had seen a picture of herself on a website claiming to be a candid snap of Clea Duvall. unfortunately, she likes boys, or I would have chloroformed her and shipped her overnight to Seattle.
OMG, so sad. But I appreciate the thought!
I worked out my one The GIMP task. That will do for today.
In the meanwhile, my brain is leaking out through my ears.
Oh dear god.
This is NSFW: Erotic Falconry
"Is that a falcon in your pants or are you just happy to see me? OK, it's a falcon in your pants."
a falcon in your pants
That seems unsafe.
Talons! Talons in new places!
That seems unsafe.
Talons! Talons in new places! [BWAHAHAHAHA XPOST]
Also, thank god for french fries. My blood sugar fell off a cliff about half an hour ago, but I am slowly reviving.