Do know, dear readers, that I have figured out to make risotto. If I loved rice, this would be a dangerous prospect. Instead it's an "awesomely tasty meal I will make for friends when I feel like it" discovery.
Also, also, also, I went out last night with fourfreedoms, which was totally fucking awesome of her since the place we went to was DEAD and the music only sort of decent. But the Freelance Whales dj set had a Spanish song and I am so fucking easy because that made me quite happy.
Before you go "lol NYC snowstorm tho" may I point out: the subway was running and if I can't make bad decisions why I am still in my twenties? (welp only got a couple more years left for me to say that.)
I got to DANCE and omg I've missed doing that. So much.
Now onto the important matter, a matter of such great national importance that I am polling the electorate:
Are you, or have you ever been, for beards?
(As in the whiskers upon a person's face, not the other kind of beards, fffffs.)
Beards, when properly trimmed and cared for, being of flattering to a person's face, are indeed awesome.
Obligatory Chad Michael Murray Question: CMM is making out with you. What is the preferred beard that he has cultivated?
Only one is right:
Defend your position.
This Project Rungay post about beards got me in a beard-frenzy. While 1800s style beards or any beard that's like, crazy-huge does admittedly not yank my crank, I have...an affection for a well-groomed beard on a hot guy.
Especially when the beards are like... surprisingly hot. AKA Jensen Ackles and his OMG WHAT Viking!Red Beard of My Continued Amazement.
In conclusion, bees.
I mean, beards. Dammit.