Dear Saturday Night Live,

Please let Chris Colfer host SNL.

And please let him play Stefon’s little brother.

Love, Caitlin

So after today’s shift I got super fancy food from the place by the bridal shop, took it home, and devoured 90% of it while wearing sweatpants and catching up on all shows I missed. And also there was booze (fancy Woodchuck, if you must know).

And there is still strawberry cake to be indulged in. Because seriously…I am exhausted.

I do enjoy a classy, well-done, meaningful tattoo! I’m not entirely sold on full-body artwork- it’s a huge commitment, and you have to be the right kind of person for it- but when it’s done well I think it’s beautiful. One of my favorite fashion bloggers has a lot of tattoos that flow nicely and mean a lot and I think it’s absolutely beautiful; on the other hand, my sister-in-law is barely twenty and has seven random, poorly done tattoos that she got just for poops and giggles and I don’t think those, erm…are really that great.

As for me, personally, I’m not much of a body-mod person (I don’t even wear earrings on my single-pierced ears more than two or three times a year…) but I’ve always thought that if I reached my goal weight (or at least an ideal weight) that I’d like to get little bluebirds tattooed on my shoulderblades.

Like sunshine and rainbows and unicorn farts, I surmise.