November 21, 2012
If someone tells you a racist, sexist or homophobic joke, don’t get mad at them. Just tell them you don’t get it. Keep telling them you don’t get it until they are forced to explain why women/minorities/homosexuals are stupid/etc.
Then just walk away.
Yesterday I was listening to a fairly normal human tell me a story of his lack of conquest with a woman (she’s not a great person, from what I hear), but as he told this story I couldn’t help but start to feel horrifically upset. “I was rubbing and everything and then she just stopped! I mean, I put in WORK,” and for a second I thought I was going to hear about a rape. And I think somewhere in his creepy mind, he was congratulating himself for NOT raping her. He’s a GOOD guy. He got out of bed and slept on the floor. This is all after she stopped, and he pressed the subject and she told him no, so he STOPPED, even though he PUT IN WORK and DESERVED her sex. And I just exploded and he acted like I was the one that was out of my mind. Didn’t I just listen to the story? I told him he deserved to be in jail. That level of entitlement is terrifying. And I know he’s not the only one. I know this is almost every male on the planet and that actually makes me physically ill. You don’t deserve shit from me or anyone else. You are not a GOOD guy because you didn’t rape a girl, you do not get to congratulate yourself for that. That need to congratulate yourself is utterly alarming. And then he wanted to friend me on facebook! Yes, I heard your story. I heard the way you formed those words, I heard the way you set up that story like you were some sort of hero for not being utterly despicable. I did not disagree with you as a manner of flirting with you. I did it so you would not come to physical harm by my hand (and for that I AM congratulating myself). Were you listening to what I said? Obviously not. Because I am T & A with spunk to you. My revulsion was just another way of trying to bait you. Because that is my function on this earth. Fucking you. What other point could I possibly have? Except to vomit on your grave with a smile on my lips.
October 29, 2012
Harry Potter Treats
Yer a wizard Amanda. The four words that were never once said to me *sadness*. However, we can make up for that! Imagine my immense joy at having found recipes straight from Hogwarts, Hogsmeade and Honeydukes. I might have squealed a bit. From Acid Pops to Chocolate Frogs to Licorice Wands to Cockroach Clusters to Butterbeer and BUTTERBEER CUPCAKES. Wut. And as an added bonus some Caldron Cakes if you ever feel like taking a Potions class. It’s okay to cry; I know how you feel. I’m dying to make these too. You can thank me later.
HAVE WANTED BUTTERBEER FOR FIVEEVER.
September 22, 2012
The Doctor’s Theme: 9 - 10 - 11
Nine: 0:02 -1:16
Ten: 0:41 - 2:31
Eleven: 2:06 - 4:57
IM IN LOVE. TEN WAS DEFINITELY THE BEST.
FUCKIN GOOSEBUMPS OUT THE ASS MAN
Nice find, my A.D.D. wifey
my hearts… they hurt. so beautiful.
The fact that I found nothing strange in the sentence: “My heartS, THEY hurt” should worry me, but it doesn’t.
I just really miss nine and ten, ok?
^me too. Their themes fit them so perfectly.
9 was perfect. 9. was. perfect.
- Has been played 201,503 times.
"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds."
Albert Einstein (via kari-shma)
September 4, 2012
Twilight Bad Lip Reading of the Day: This version is quite the improvement on the original dialogue.
oh my god. i just can’t. Breathing is hard.