You’ve hit the relatively safe-zone though. I’m in constant fear. My boobs hurt a little less and I freak out a little. I’m not stupidly sick in the morning and I freak out a little. I don’t have to pee every five minutes and I freak out a little.

Space pirate! ....sigh.

Wait. It’s not April Fool’s Day, yet, so what is this fuckery?

Are we forgetting the late nineties and early aughts? I remember sari-inspired skirts, tops, maxi dresses, and let’s not forget Gwen Stefani’s shtick....

They were a “Christian rock band” who made a butt-ton of money and went crazy.

Is that even a thing? Imma gonna say it was the alcohol and whatever else that wasn’t prescribed.

Furthermore, I insist everyone should follow their shitty stories with some sort of sweet/cute chaser. Sloths! Baby sloths! Puppies! Kittens! Ponies playing with beach balls!

I’m super excited about being very pregnant when I counter-protest anti-women, anti-choice idiots.

It would be the same level of anarchy. Do you actually think the cops actively police the areas that need it? This city seems to be corralling all of the poor people into their own areas in the hopes that they’ll eat other or, at the very least, won’t tremendously bother the people gentrifying their old neighborhoods.

Fuck the Philly PD.

“YOUTHS!” is a frequent mental exclamation of mine when I see groups of teens. (They’re all so freakishly tall!!!)

Holy shit. Have you ever been to Philly? Nearly everyone here does. It’s gross, it’s ignorant, it’s sad, and it looks terrible. Granted, not everyone had Willie Nelson singing to us about why you shouldn’t mess with Texas with regards to littering, but still. I saw a woman shove, yes, she shoved, a fuck ton of trash…

Let’s be honest, we’re wombs with legs.

Wasn’t that shabozz the result of Lorne doing something to him??

I often wish I could set people ablaze with the power of my brain...

Cute! Cute! Cute!!!!

What the what????

Wait, what’s SNS??

UGH!!!!

Party of Five’s not-abortion episode....that pissed me off.