This whole “drain the swamp” thing is extra ironic because swamps are really important ecosystems and draining them often has very detrimental effects.

Pince Jebus! Uh I mean Reese Pieces! Rinse Penis!

Continue to be try and better person every day. Help all people who need it, treat all people with respect. That’s my plan.

A local Arab-American activist said the safety pins mattered to the Muslim community, because that way they don’t feel so alone.

Instead of spending $2.99 on a box of safety pins, donate $5 to one of these groups:

For the women in my life who I know were complacent in this election or even fucking voted for the Cheeto, their Xmas present this year will be a donation to PP in their name and a note as to why.

All my donations to PP and NARAL will be done in the name of VP Elect Mike Pence. I don’t know how scared to be about this as I live in NYS, but I still made an appointment for Thursday to get a consult on an IUD. I don’t even want to take the chance in NY.

So Prince was a ridiculously talented musician, gave lots of money to various charities without making a big deal out of it, was a gorgeous human specimen and had a sense of humour about himself? The world needs more of that, not less. Life is unfair

I do too! I love my local Walgreens. They have basically anything I might need on the spur of the moment, the people who work there are super-nice, and they really do reward you for shopping there. Those points add up.

Fuck this fucking year.

“the 4th time he visited this week—indicating his health was far worse than the simple flu.”

“And if the elevator tries to bring you down, Go crazy, punch a higher floor." Here's hoping his last moments were crazy awesome.

Maybe it’s just me but I don’t really want to know how he died. I don’t even believe in God but I’d prefer to think he just shed his earthly body and ascended to wherever artistic geniuses go. I don’t need the gory details. Can’t we let him be mysterious and magnificent in death as he was in life?

Seriously. I don’t know how anyone could resist Prince. The man was pure confidence, with the actual talent to back it up. He was so hot. That he was pocket sized? Doesn’t matter. It’s freakin Prince. Sex distilled.

I was trying to explain to my English husband about what Friendly’s was- basically a place with rocking grilled cheese sandwiches and ALL THE ICE CREAM YOU COULD EVER WANT in a variety of forms. LOVE Friendly’s.

He needs a set of mini wheels! He is so sassy. What a cutie!