Lateshoes

I mades it just for you.

1. Mood: Moody. No, really – I’m not even trying to be a smart ass.

2. Your makeup style in three words: Vintage, bold, natural

3. If you were to move to a big city, which city would it be? When I move to Chicago, I’ll probably want to move to New York.

4. Do you have a personal motto? “It’s Globes week!”

5. What’s your dream job? Designer, Makeup Artist, Back up singer

6. Your favorite part of your job? Working with people that make me laugh.

7. What’s the first makeup or beauty tip that comes to mind? Clinique Gel Liner is your friend.

8. What’s the first non-beauty tip that comes to mind? Don’t be a dick.

9. What are you wearing? Navy Nightgown

10. Weekly goals: Skip work on Friday and sleep in. Can that be a goal? Um, make a hit pop single. Finish Veronica Mars, season 3. Eat my weight in LunaBerry.

Photo via: Fancy Frills

Warning! This meal will make a mess of your kitchen, but once you’ve made it and made it right, you will crave it daily. It’s dangerous. Consider yourself warned.

Follow the jump at your own peril.

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Last night I dreamt that men’s genitals were made out of strings of letters and interchangeable fonts.
After surveying what seemed like millions of peen-fonts, I decided I liked Museo Sans best. A nice, tidy sans serif.
Yes – the very font that graces the body of this text right now. Deal with that, Dr. Freud.

I’ve been a fan of Kate Bingaman-Burt’s Obsessive Consumption for a while, but seeing her book in Barnes & Noble, followed by purchasing said book for a considerable mark-down at Amazon (I know, I’m sell out). I thought I should share.

Her drawings remind me a lot of Angie’s drawings and therefore fill me with untellable amounts of joy.

I obsessively consumed some Fried Green Tomatoes tonight, so I ain’t sweatin’ either.

Recipe tomorrow.

Where do I begin? … “cackle?” or “hijacked?”

I think I’ll start with “cackle” since it seems fairly obvious you meant “gaggle,” or maybe you meant “cankle” as some sort of mean-girl reference to stompy-booted lezzies like Hillary Clinton. Who really knows? Perhaps you were Tweeting in tongues.

Now, let’s get to the meat, Sarah – the implication that a “cackle of rads” “hijacked” the term feminist. Hooker, a [cackle of rads] INVENTED feminism ergo they are incapable of “hijacking” it.

I could write a thesis on this one tweet if I weren’t, you know busy being ironic (& passe)….wait, I mean, lazy.

Buffy – I’m The Only One | The Go-Go’s

Giles – Don’t Make Fun Of Daddy’s Voice | Morrissey

Xander – The Underdog | Spoon

Willow – She’s Got A New Spell | Billy Bragg

Angel – Soul Man | Sam & Dave

Cordelia – Queen Bitch (live at the Beeb) | David Bowie

Spike – I’m On Fire | Bat for Lashes

Buffy & Angel – Love Will Tear Us Apart | Joy Division

Graduation – I Melt With You | Modern English

The Mayor – Master Exploder | Tenacious D

Faith – Rebellion (Lies) | The Arcade Fire

Oz & Willow – Falling In Love With The Wolfboy | Magnetic Fields

Dawn – You Are My Sister | Antony & The Johnsons with Boy George

Joyce – Nothing In This World Can Stop Me Worryin’ Bout That Girl | The Kinks

Buffy & Riley – Jealous Guy | John Lennon

Willow & Tara – How Deep Is Your Love (Bee Gees) | The Bird & the Bee

Xander & Anya – Demon Woman | Flight of the Conchords

Buffy dies/ resurrected – When I Died | The Thermals

Giles leaves – Go Your Own Way | Fleetwood Mac

Willow and the magicks -She’s Lost Control – Joy Division

Joyce Dies – After You Left | Mirah

Willow & Tara breakup – Sad as a Willow | Carrie & Richard

Buffy & Spike doin it – I Like It Rough | Lady Gaga

Xander & Anya Breakup – How To Say Goodbye | The Magnetic Fields

Tara Dies – The End Of The World | Skeeter Davis

Dark Willow – All Hands On The Bad One | Sleater-Kinney

Potentials – Too Many Dicks (On The Dance Floor) – Flight of the Conchords

Buffy & Spike Love – Make It Hot | Mirah

The Hellmouth opens – I Fought in a War | Belle & Sebastian

The end of  Sunnydale – Wicked Little Town [Hedwig Version] | The Breeders

Amazing. Sometimes the internet really earns its keep.
Pete Campbell’s Bitch Face

I still get a total swoon-boner from this kiss.

…and don’t even get me started on this scene…

At 35, but it’s nice to know that even my blackened, bitter, inner grouch can still be touched by the butterfly-stomached awkwardness of the young and sassy.