hypatia351
hypatia351
hypatia351

I’m waiting for the inevitable Lifetime movie, “Murder, He Squawked”.

So it is her fault she was murdered? People who say things like that deserve leprosy of the mouth.

I absolutely love Bob Ross. I love everything about him, his message, his humble beginnings, his persona and his heart.

“We don’t make mistakes, we have happy accidents.”

My favorite was “Make your own sunshine”. That guy was a painting motivational speaker and yet he was bang on. I think about that quote often.

He came on right after Sesame Street when I was a kid. It put me in to a trance that took hours to shake and I looked forward to it every morning.

Hey, you fuckers who want to complain when we use that Atwood quote because it “diminishes men’s experiences”. Come the fuck at me.

Say what you want about Bob Ross, but he taught me something fundamental about painting: That schmushing a brush into some paint and then schmushing it on a canvas can make a remarkably realistic-looking (and happy) tree. Before Bob, I thought painters were responsible for every minute brush stroke, every seemingly

Favorite Ross-isms?

It’s 5 AM. I’m five years old.

I wonder this all. the. time.

“How do women still go out with guys, when you consider that there is no greater threat to women than men? We’re the number one threat to women! Globally and historically, we’re the number one cause of injury and mayhem to women.”

Thank you thank you thank you.

Seriously. How the fuck did WE get stuck with the “crazy” label?!

Look us men are busy making laws protecting you from all the transsexual violence that has never happened. Unless a man is in a dress (which has once again never happened but it could!) we as a gender can’t be bothered to pay attention.

Exactly. After this week, I’m thinking of giving up on dating altogether. The idea of meeting someone who will later want to kill me is terrifying.