I feel like I'm going to puke. (Stuff has been going around here. Has it been going around you, too? I thought I was spared, but when I felt something coming on this week and scoured every pocket of my backpack to realize I had given away all of my little containers of Oscillococcinum to other people I thought were getting sick — even some disbelievers I forced to try the tasty little pellets — and therefore didn't have one to take myself until too late, I knew I was DOOMED.)
So for the sake of my stomach and keyboard, this week's post is going to be short and get right to my random-ass weekly list of questions for you. Answer them, throw shade on me for asking them, or ignore them and move on to other things you'd rather say to me or each other:
Is there anything you absolutely refuse to buy secondhand?
Have you ever eaten a beauty product because it smelled really, really good?
Do you have any secret cures for headaches?
How do you feel about our three new weekly columns, Worst Roommate Ever, Adventures in Cheating, and Gross Out Fridays? Choose one for each: love, hate, indifferent. (Yeah, that question is a little focus-groupy, so skip it if you feel like it.)
Do you prefer chalkboards or dry-erase boards?
When was the last time you were in a bookstore?
Would you rather drive or fly across the country (whichever country you may be in currently, I guess)?
Do you actually watch any of the "awards season" shows, or just hear about who won some other way?
While I eagerly await your answers, I’m going to indulge in my favorite stress- and nausea-relieving activity. No, it is not a sex thing. As a matter of fact, last week my gyno gave me an assignment to masturbate more.
And with that embarrassingly asexual confession, we've reached the end of this week's Open Thread intro. Don't puke, but do comment. Or do both! Do whatever you want!