Sorry, I have to go home and eat tacos.
Katchina on why she couldn’t stay for pizza night.
I should be sitting in a movie theater watching Clue right now but I’m not because I was sitting behind two obnoxious drunk assholes who thought sneaking 40s in their jackets was a good idea and would not shut the fuck up. I got up to tell management, but all they did was take the bottles away because apparently open alcohol containers aren’t bad enough to get you thrown out.
It’s a show with a shadow cast, and yes you are encouraged to call out, but saying “herpes!” and “that’s what she said!” every 5 seconds isn’t funny. I had to get out of there before I punched them both in the back of the head. Fuck everything.
I’ve been seeing these on Tumblr and Facebook for the last week or so and they really piss me off. Even the joke ones, because they just reinforce the sentiment that the most important thing a woman can be is beautiful (by the standards for her time).
Who the hell are you to try to dictate how I feel about my body? Who the hell am I to try to dictate how anyone, male or female, feels about their body?
Hey you, reading this on your dash. You are beautiful inside and out. Don’t let anyone try to tell you any different. And when they do (because they will), for the love of all that is good, FIGHT BACK. Stand up for yourself! If someone gives you shit about your clothes, makeup (or lack there of), hair color, weight, height, et al., take a second to realize what they’re really saying. “Why don’t you look how I think you should look?” Then tell them it’s none of their business how you conduct yourself.
(via juliasegal)
It’s 11am. I just woke up. My boobs hurt like I was jumping up and down at a TMBG concert while wearing the wrong sort of bra. Send help.
Episode 1, Series 3
I Really. Really. REALLY need to watch the newest series of Young Dracula. I loved that fucking show, I wanted to cry when I watched the ‘last’ episode.
I wish there were an easy, legitimate way to get British shows over here (short of getting a satellite subscription just to watch BBC America.) PBS is alright, but air times are a crap shoot, and you can forget about any kind of normalcy during pledge drives. I wouldn’t mind paying for an a la carte service. The networks need to catch up with the digital age, because shit like taking Megaupload down just hurts themselves more in the long run.
(Source: fuckyeahyoungdracula)
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Damn brunettes. They’re nothin’ but trouble.
“GOOD MUSIC” IS NOT AN OBJECTIVE STATEMENT.
I’m at the point where I’ve got the basic outline, but I still need to fancy up my job duties. Any help is more than welcome, though.
Oh God this is me all the time.
Sometimes Mom will ask me to call someone while we’re driving so I just find the number and dial it and then hand it over and just say “it’s ringing!”
I hate talking on the phone.
I do this too. Also:
Two days ago my mother told me I should call a restaurant for their menu and I sat for about thirty seconds and then whined, “Why can’t you call them?”
Thankfully I was saved by their early opening time which allowed her to get the menu in person.
Seriously. This. Except, I ask my dad
Dominos.com. Leave the money and tip on the porch. No human interaction needed.
(Source: anxietycat, via bearsbeatsundbattlestargalactica)
