I think I have seen about 10 talk therapists in my life. Maybe more. Not a single one brought up timelines and end dates. Not one. Am I just the unluckiest depressed person out there? Also: not a single medication helped either for more than four weeks. Fuck this profession.

A decade. To me this is yet another anecdote that goes into the pile of “talk therapy is a scam.” My own experience provides the bulk of the pile.

will chip in for gas / lighter fluid

Road trip to South Carolina to fucking shimmy up that flag pole to shit on that fucking flag and then fucking burn it and then fucking throw it in that dumb fucking Governor’s face.

The only Confederate flag that mattered. I never get tired of that joke.

This advice, of course, assumes that the other person will reciprocate and give more / expect less as well, or that there’s already some strong foundation to the relationship. Or at least that the other person is fundamentally good. Otherwise, you would be setting yourself up to be used, and since you’re expecting…

guys, I wrote last week about how I quit my job and now it’s been almost two weeks since then and I’m still ok and not living in a dumpster and/or depressed! Yay! I am currently visiting my parents in NH and today was just a gorgeous, gorgeous day. here are some photos from today because I am happy to be in 85 degree,…

And FFS STOP SAYING SHE’S THE SAME AS CAITLYN JENNER.

I find it very... weird how eager her parents are to do interviews and stuff

Nice to see floppy hats at weddings making a comeback.

This story is shockingly similar to the famous Native American spokesperson/crying Indian “chief” Iron Eyes Cody who was late in life exposed to be 100% Italian.

Also, don’t mean to be gross but.

I still get a kick out of the 1993 movie’s depiction of San Jose, Costa Rica as a small seaside village. The real San Jose:

He is an “architect” like Blake Lively is a “chef” and Beyonce is a “vegan”.

Not so much a cake disaster, but when I went to thank the Catering staff for doing a fantastic job, I found them all in the kitchen having a slice of the cake (after they had served it to all of the guests of course. Some of the wait staff froze in fear. I think the head Caterer had forgotten to tell them we had…

I’m guessing he’s been brought up to think it’s only a matter of time.

When I was in high school (a Catholic school), I had to do a presentation on marriage for one of my religion courses. I used a picture of Ramirez and his wife on my poster board, just casually hanging out in the corner. No one noticed, but it gave me silent glee and got me through the stupid assignment.

“sometimes I take a poop in my hand and then eat it”

Just wanted to chime in to say fuck you to everyone getting laid regularly. Yes, I am just jealous, and would almost literally kill to get fingered tonight.