I've just accepted being stuck in the grays forever unless people occasionally promote my posts. I live in Portland, so I am used to gray already :(
Ugh, I have my annual (well it's been 6 years since I've been, oops) pap next week and I am already having panic attacks. I know it takes less than a minute, but still, ick.
The Tauriel-Legolas-Kili love triangle has also been removed.
Dude, just take the hint. Like, come on.
See the pending comments... apparently already here.
Does she have ballsack earrings?
Your daily reminder that cancer fucking sucks donkey assholes.
I long for the days of yore when people's personal lives weren't put on blast online. Cause you know, letters took a long time to be delivered and they could be dead of cholera or TB before it arrived.
I once nearly lost it because I thought an ATM stole my debit card. For some reason this machine took your card and then spat it out once you put in your PIN (which makes no sense). I'd absent-mindedly put the card back in my wallet as I was depositing money (which the ATM ended up not being able take for some…
Between this and the double dick guy, I've already had my fill of shittily written fiction for the day. Seriously people, take some fucking writing classes. Give yourself SOME character flaws.
I worked for a team part-time while I was going to college. Since it was the minors, the team was 50% new each year and there were always a few hotties. I always seemed to attract the French Canadian goon players.
A handful of minor league hockey players in my early 20's. They were all assholes or dumb or dumb assholes. Hot ass bodies tho.
That's my straight agenda... but with more cats.
Ok, I can totally understand that.
As someone currently sitting alone in her cubicle in a cat hoodie that is covered in cat hair, this makes me happy. I've never felt a real urge (other than when I was young and wanted to marry George Clooney or Noah Wylie (I was obsessed with ER as a kid)) to get married, and while it would be nice to spend time with…
*non-creepily asks what some good titles are... for a friend.... who watches porn... but it's the bad porn... that was like on sale at the porn store...*
So, what you're saying is that if I name my kid The Joker, no one is going to take him seriously? But it's got the article and everything!
Even if they could make a guy version of me, I'd still pass on myself. We'd both be fighting over what to name the cats or on the toilet too much to form a lasting relationship.
Oh good, my contractor installed my new lava pool. I'm just going to dive into it, head first, covered in gasoline.