Mmmmm...coffee. So I thank Cavanaugh for turning me onto drinking my coffee black. Crazy, I know...but it's totally yummy. Mmmmm....sweet merciful caffeine, how much I love thee.
Also, just because I'd like someone who's vaguely interested in art, but isn't necessarily heavily involved with it, who's not really into drugs or kicking puppies and/or kittens or shaking babies, and can fall in line with at least 50% or 78% of the things I find fundamentally important doesn't make me "picky," does it?! C'mon!
Finally, holy fucking shit (courtesy of Cute Overload):