imnotyourlittlecactus
ImNotYourLittleCactus
imnotyourlittlecactus

I’m glad I didn’t watch it. I hate that song so much. The public was force fed that mechanically processed tune 6 months ahead of the movie’s release. With a corporate sellout like Timberlake, the cynical market saturation worked and it ended up being the bestselling song of 2016 in the US and ranked at the top of

We never did get our one testicle.

I can’t take my kids to see a film with brown Muslim people! It will confuse them! I need a white man to make my children feel safe!

Putting aside the fact that Angelina Jolie mind-fucked a bunch of poor Laotian kids during auditions, she was proactive and went TO the target group rather than waiting for a bunch of headshots to show up on her desk from agents who only want to represent profitable known white people.

Disney’s currently toying with the idea of having Tony Shalhoub play upwards of 80% of the background characters.

I must have activated the spore drive and ended up in a universe where Bollywood doesn’t exist

I wonder what Stephen Miller’s manifesto will read like when he goes on his inevitable mass shooting spree. He’s got that dead-behind-the-eyes look they all have.

It’s not like he’s the ugliest guy I’ve ever seen, he’s just completely soulless seeming. Those dead, cold eyes. It freaks me out.

I can’t imagine anyone having sex with this man willingly.

See how the red paper is not permanently affixed to the card? He expects that these will be framed by everyone who receives it. It’s likely 11x14 which is a fairly common picture size to be framed. This is absolutely to feed his oversized ego because he thinks that anything from him will be memorialized forever by the

Not being as bad as an international serial rapist is the lowest bar imaginable.

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

Around five years ago, I was a TA for an undergraduate literature course that had 300 students; there were two TAs and our job was mostly to do grading (sigh) and hand out exams and set up PowerPoints and stuff of that nature. Basically, assist the professor in all manner of tedium while she lectured. Due to a

Dude, helpful ghosts can be incredibly nice. The ghost in our house was a dick to me throughout my childhood (I posted about it last year, but I would have to dig through last year’s entries to find my story), but after my father died when I was ten and my mother and her new husband got really, really abusive, that

Who’s a good god? Is it you? Yes it is, you good little god!

Right before I turned 21 I moved to a new city, transferred colleges, and got an apartment by myself. I picked a place out on the third story of a rambling old Victorian mansion - a modest studio with white metal cabinets from the 1950's and a rusted fire escape which always gave me bad feelings. It was metal, and

Lol animals are the worst, they will fuck with you, no joke.