Link List of the Ages

I have been collecting these links for like, two weeks.

So some of them are old.

But you know...It's a post. So quit yer whingin'.

LINKS.

First up, via Lainey I bring you...CINDERONCE.

Watch. So fucking amazing.

18 Photos Of Victorians Smiling

This is just neat.

“Something Terrible Has Happened Here”: The Crazy Story Of How “Clue” Went From Forgotten Flop To Cult Triumph

This is so worth a read if you're a "Clue" fan like me.

Watch This Insane Animated GIF Of A Woman Losing 88 Pounds Over The Course Of A Year

Since this is supposed to be a freaking healthy livin' blog and all.

Dog rides city buses solo, stops at shops for ham, biscuits

I mean, do you need anything beyond that headline? HE RIDES THE BUS AND STOPS FOR FOOD.

10 Incredibly Beautiful High Schools That Put Yours to Shame

I went to number four, biiiitches. Funny how they only show the one building, and not all the SUPES UGLY ONES.

Unbelievable Skeletons Unearthed From The Catacombs Of Rome

Would wear all of this. Regardless of its origins.

If Cher From "Clueless" Had Instagram

THIS IS THE BEST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD EVER IN MY WHOLE LIFE TODAY  MAYBE ALSO YESTERDAY YES YES YES.

ALSO KITTY FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS.

And finally, if you have managed not to see this, you're welcome. YOU ARE WELCOME. Because this makes me believe in love. I really hope it's not face, there's speculation that it is, BUT I DON'T CARE. It's so beautiful.

Kryptonite Fail

So, I told y'all about my new admirer, he who only met me for a few hours before deciding I am his dream woman.

Well.

Look.

Yes, flowers are my kryptonite, but not when accompanied by a too sickeningly sweet card, when following days of over-the-top flattery and praise and pledges to "win me over".

I didn't know guys pulled these kinds of moves, honestly. There's no mystery here. No challenge. Just an influx of constant attention, and very little true interaction.

I just need to let him down easy.

'Cause this is getting ridic.

A Recounting of Events: Hardly Complete

So, what exactly happened on my trip, you may be wondering. Or maybe you don't care, and it's just the narcissist in me assuming you do.

But you know me.

I like to talk.

1) In case you didn't notice in the picture post yesterday, I sorta pierced my tragus on impulse. Twice. I'm in love with it. I want more.

2) Someone kinda became smitten with me. Maybe more than smitten. It's baaaad. See, Mantana's friend apparently developed a crush on me awhile back from Facebook pictures, and so we all had dinner my last night in town. And now he's been inundating me with comments on FB about my, well, stunning beauty, and the like, and privates messages like, "Thinking of you, sweet, sexy girl!".  It's progressed to text messages, and he even invited to fly me to San Diego for a concert. I cannot make it, and probably wouldn't go regardless. I am learning there is such a thing as TOO much attention. He really is nice and cute, but I didn't really feel a spark...and yes, I tried to feel one. Ahem.

3) I did, however, feel a sparky connection with an older, Canadian businessman with an incredibly Canadian name. We had drinks. We laughed. Then this Canadian and his couple friends took us to three am Chinese food where they served us after hours alcohol called "cold tea" aka "beer", then adventures continued till sunrise. Whoops.

4) The next night, Mantana and I fell in love with a bartender. Fell. In. LOVE. It was our last night in Vancouver so we HAD to go out, even if it was in yoga pants and very little makeup, completely exhausted from a wild week of non-stop fun in Montana and a late night the night before. We picked a low key pub and two seats at the bar. Up walks the bartender, and...love. LOVE. He spent the whole night talking to us. First he proposed marriage to me for a green card, since I live in California and he wants to move there. Then he proposed to Amanda, for her lawyer status. LE SIGH. He made eyes at us. He smiled. FLIRTED.

Miss Mantana claimed him, which was only fair because it was her birthday. But oh dear god he was so brutally, blisteringly, devastatingly attractive. We sat at that bar till closing, till the lights came on. But I'm not allowed to talk about him, since he's been claimed, so we have to move on. Shh.

5) Oh, and I was ADVENTUROUS this trip. I went down the world's largest and tallest zip line. I went rock climbing on a boat. I cracked crab. I'm a little bad ass.

6) That is all...for now.

Heartbeat

I had my second date with the newest boy in my stable on Saturday.

He's just...sweet.

We had a great time, we had a drink and saw a scary movie (The Conjuring) and I clung to him like a total girl and we laughed and talked after.

And then we kissed.

And as I was wrapped up in his arms, I could feel his little heart just pounding through his chest. I've seriously never had that effect on someone before. Through his skin, his shirt, and mine, I could feel it struggling to burst through to reach me.

It made me fall for him just a little bit.

My girlfriend nicknamed him Thumper.

It fits.

Date Number Two: Electric Boogaloo

Last night was my second date with the boy who has so many potential nicknames I don't know what to do with myself. Clearly he's a potential good egg, then. For now, we'll go with The Screenwriter.

I don't really want to say much about TS. I feel like I'm going to jinx it. With the way things have been going lately, I feel like I'm Two Date Taylor, doomed to curse things with my over-enthusiasm.

I will say...I had a great time. A great time.

Just the facts:

• Our date was almost post-poned because he had to work late. The TV show he works on started filming yesterday.
• We did, however, meet up, and he bought me wine, and we talked quite comfortably for awhile.
• We have a lot in common, and he's sweet and funny and smart.
• And I quote: "Kissing you is the most fun I've had in awhile." I don't care if that's a line, I appreciate the effort taken to use a line. Woo me, dammit. 

Morning Smiles

Well.

Last night, I gave myself a mani/pedi. I blow dried my hair. I sprayed my jeans with Febreze after I pulled them out of the dirty laundry.

And I had a seriously great evening, which included a conversation about hanging out again.

I...didn't know that was allowed.

And he's a good kisser.

Good. MORNING.

Am I The One?

There's one thing I think almost every girl wonders, and maybe every person wonders.

Is there anyone in this great wide universe who thinks they're the one who got away?

It's kind of the ultimate fantasy. The idea that there's someone out there who imagines you as their ideal partner, a never-forgotten opportunity, a missing soulmate. It's the ego boost of it, the thought that you're special, you're different, you've remained perfect in the memory of someone lost in yours. Who doesn't want that?

I'm not sure I hold that place in anyone's heart, honestly. For awhile, yes, I think I did, but not now, and I'm so fine with that. I don't want to be that person's one.

But I'd like to be someone's one.

Then again, I don't have my own. There's no one in my past that I miss desperately, that I wish things could have worked out with, or with who I dream of a second chance. I mean, sure, I may occasionally let my thoughts drift to the Ginger but that's only because he was the last man I had feelings for, and my palate has yet to be cleansed.

Someone cleanse my palate, please? Mama needs some romance.

I'd like to be someone's one.

Well, temporarily. And then I'll break their little heart, and they'll think of me always.

Once I almost touched his shoulder in the middle of a pop quiz.

I have finally started my rewatch of My So Called Life. It was necessary.

It's reminding me of my own desperate, desperate Jordan Catalano-esque love from my youth.

I fell in love with a boy the first day of sixth grade at my brand new school. 

I walked into class in my glasses that first day, and sat down at an empty desk in the back, and tried my best not to be noticed. He entered a few minutes later, so tall, and the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, and he almost sat next to me...and then didn't. 

I was completely and totally in love with him for four years. 

He lived in my neighborhood, and my sister was friends with his sister. I cataloged our every conversation. I can still recall some of them vividly. I remember a dream I had about him once. I'm almost positive he knew I was obsessed with him. 

It was not to be.

One time, a girl I carpooled with, a gorgeous little thing who is now an actress here in LA (hmph), made him her boyfriend and kissed him in the hall in full view of me. Bitch.

Anyway.

My point?

I love Jordan Catalano.

What Is Love?

Via Buzzfeed, of course...

 

Love Story

You can kiss me if you want to.

Paperman

Valentine's Day is coming up. Love is in the air.

The fact that I do not have a Valentine, and have put myself on dating hiatus (which we all know is a crock of shit because no one wants to date me anyway) would usually make me a bit bitter. And you'd think, with all my generalized feminist wordiness and rage against the machine brouhaha, I might be against the concept of Valentine's Day.

But I like pink, and I like chocolate, and I like roses, and I like love.

So I like Valentine's Day.

I also like this video, 'cause when I talk about my movie moments or fantasies, sometimes they start a little like this. I'd love to be this memorable.