It is not like I am full of anger all day, but, let’s say, if I see one of the people who raped me getting eaten by wild dogs I would not call 911.

And that’s fine. My legs were hurting. I was starving. By the time Maxwell (?) got up to sing, my group decided to start squeezing by to start marching. We did stop by a screen to see a portion of Madonna singing because all of us were like, “Is that Madonna?”- she didn’t quite sound like herself.

Hedren says Hitchcock had a secret door between his office and her dressing room and had a life mask of her face made, just to have around. 

An eye for an eye and all you’re left with is a big mushy pile of eye goo.

How to start your day like Mocena:

I routinely set up plans myself, yes. But thanks for assuming. You know what they say about assuming...

Seriously! There are three guys I see at work daily that I would totally fuck if I were single. But I don’t flirt or lead them on or even engage in that way. What the fuck? I hate this men get a pass because sperm dispersal is nessessary for human propagation neanderthal shit too! We have enough fucking people get a…

Forget the ridiculous third reason for a moment. Why do there seem to be so many otherwise intelligent people who don’t seem to understand that the vast majority of the time it’s not appropriate to act on your sexual impulses? Literally everyday of the week I work with and walk by women that I am attracted to,…

What of the tattoo artist’s agency? Fuck him, right?

Nope, totally with Dan on this one. Took me a long time to find someone to tattoo my hands. If you want a neck tattoo so bad, Jane, instead of smearing artists who say no, just go to a parlor where gang members go. They’ll hook you up, no problem.

The internet is the great equalizer for people who want to complain about not getting treated like royalty 24/7.

IN MY MOUTH. (I wish.)

Good god. Reading this, I just flashed back to landing in the hospital as a teenager with an eating disorder, and my mother sweeping into the room where I was too weak to lift my head, putting her purse down, slapping me and screaming “do you know how this makes me look? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME” and sweeping out…

BETH DIES

The WEIRD all CAPS that these PEOPLE use tell me THEY just DON'T know how to DRIVE a POINT home.

I believe that a culture of "self-esteem" — give everybody an award, change dress sizes so larger people feel smaller, allow teens to be disrespectful to those in authority —

you have to fucking straighten it hermione did you not see the memo

The whole time I was reading this I thought I need party minions.

I can imagine walking into a bar in Texas and seeing a toddler in a vending machine. I would not bat an eye at this point.