I'm Cringing Already

poptartsandtears:

The whole “not all men,” “not all white people,” “not all police” defense that so many people take whenever any oppressed group speaks out, is so overwhelmingly damaging and destructive to any possibility for change or reform. All it does is stop the conversation. All it does is tell anyone who is…

Pretty things.

I made a thing. Then I ordered the thing. My life is just one big search for the perfect bag.

I made a thing. Then I ordered the thing. My life is just one big search for the perfect bag.

What’s a Skrillex…? 

Also, is it bad that I can’t think of any of the other bands that kids are listening to now to make that joke…?

What’s a Skrillex…?

Also, is it bad that I can’t think of any of the other bands that kids are listening to now to make that joke…?

Break it til you make it.

Just realized my previous post had the scent of “whiny dudebro friendzone” rejection. Totally not my intent. Instead of talking about personal details of my life, I will give the basic outline:

Boy meets girl.
Boy and girl like each other.
Girl talks about her “crazy ex.”
Girl is still friends with crazy ex.
Crazy ex meets new girl.
Girl suddenly still has feelings for crazy ex. (SURPRISE SURPRISE).
Girl pursues crazy ex.
Boy removes himself from equation.
Boy is happy. (Kinda).

Glad I can be the potential hypothetical runner-up in your life. Also, go fuck yourself.
Texts not sent.
There’s a Japanese girl in my basement. No joke.

Like, alive and everything. Don’t freak out.

She’s an old foreign exchange student who came over to visit.

*Pretending to be asleep on the couch when your sister comes downstairs so you don’t have to judge her for her lousy boyfriend choice*

I don’t care what you eat; if you’re a vegan, a carnivore, on the Atkins, gluten intolerant, like garlic and onions a bit too much, or if you only eat foods that are shaped like nuggets, as long as I don’t hear you smacking and chewing with your mouth wide open and LICKING YOUR WHOLE FINGERS EVERY FEW BITES FROM A FEW TABLES OVER.

Man, Zone 6 is creepy at work. Definitely wouldn’t go there if there was a zombie apocalypse.

I guess you could call my fashion sense “No.”

I guess you could call my fashion sense “No.”

Tropical birthday hat! 

My sisters know me very well. 

And I sent one of them a link to exactly what I wanted.

Tropical birthday hat!

My sisters know me very well.

And I sent one of them a link to exactly what I wanted.

White people problems.

White people problems.

I haven’t read the book, so I need someone to come up with a good “The Fault in our Star Trek” crossover joke.