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TFC and I got some quality time with Gozer last night. She cleaned his whole beard, and then started on my hair.
I think if TFC or I decided to call it off, this is how it’d go down.
Kim, you’re Felicity Huffman.
(via fuckyeahsorkintv)
- TFC: Before we watch the next episode, I'm gonna put on this Postal Service CD for a few minutes while I walk outside and sand some stuff.
- RH: You know, you don't have to put on music or stuff for me to watch when you leave the house. It's like I'm a puppy, and you're trying to keep me from chewing up the furniture while you're gone.
- TFC: Well, it's worked so far...
the best planning conversation ever
Please note that my boyfriend is the one who immediately Googled firework laws.
[The designer’s wife] described life in the Pawson home: “Nothing is ever good enough, so things get frozen and our life is very imperfect.”
After their house was done, she recalled asking her husband where the bathroom faucets were.
“He said, ‘I’m designing them.’ And your heart sinks because you know it will be another year. He’s the same with clothes. Nothing is good enough, so he walks around with coats with holes in them.”
- Design Perfectionists at Home
I swear I’m almost finished drawing our shower curtain (and I’ll even let TFC hang it even though it’s IMPERFECT and so I hate it and am already planning how the remake is going to be better but if I make TFC shower behind a see-through liner for another month he might take away my other fun house projects because I am Le Crazy)
TFC found out how to look at my Tumblr before he left for work…
Idk if he’s actually going to creep on it, but if so:
- Hey babe!
- It’s probably best to get all my weird out on the table anyway

SEE THAT, TFC? SEE? This hairstyle can be attractive.
…Just not when I make it a hot mess to curl my hair at night.
Anonymous asked: Does TFC stand for something?
Yep, Mr. Boyfriend’s name.
But if you didn’t get that from context, you probably don’t read my tumblr enough to see this post anyway…
I am a demon in the night.
Every time TFC tries to wake me up, I turn into a half-living, demon-possessed version of myself, who will stop it nothing to go back to sleep. NOTHING.
And I never remember any of it.
He says last night I told him not to touch me, threatened to break his face, sat up, and indignantly assure him that yes, I was fucking awake.
I was fucking not.
I also sleep like I’m praying to Allah, apparently.

I took TFC’s cats to get spayed this morning.
It’s his Christmas present.
Vigo and Gozer go into heat harder and more often than any animals I’ve ever seen. If ever two cats needed to be down two uteri, it’s them.
That said, I just realized that if something happens to one of them, I will have given my wonderful boyfriend the gift of a sterile, dead cat.
Shit.
TFC has been threatening to ‘Mark Brendanawicz ’ me on Valentine’s Day for a while now.
Last night, Leslie Knope gave me a way to strike back.
Get ready for some romantic, challenging, Goldberg-esque scavenger hunting, motherfucker.
Using David Duchovny to get me OUT of bed?
- Me: How long was I asleep?
- TFC: I don't know. I watched like, four or five episodes of the X-Files. I tried to wake you up to swoon over David Duchovny, but you were THAT out.

