missjacksonifyourenasty
Miss Jackson If Youre Nasty
missjacksonifyourenasty

I need "god hates a smartass" on a tshirt.

Hi! I'm Miss Jackson (if you're nasty). I'd advocate for the complete ban of all firearms. I know it isn't possible, but that's my ideal state.

Mmmmm TI. Hashtag would.

I accept that I may be alone in this, but I absolutely loathe Nic Cage. I refuse to watch anything he's in and I just want to punch his stupid face and then crush his larynx so he can no longer fail to actually emote in what has to be one of the world's most annoying voices.

It was exactly what I needed to see when I ran across it also. I'm so glad I could pass it along!

I didn't move around much growing up, but was tormented mercilessly and never understood what I was doing wrong. I'm now in my 30s. I recently came across a quote by child development psychologist Erik Erikson, "I am what survives of me." I like this because I feel like all of the awful, traumatic bullshit I've been

Boehner *is* a bag of dicks.

I'm so sorry for your experience, but thank you for sharing it. Internet hugzzzzz.

I'll probably regret this, but I'll take the bait. It's about choice. I'm not remotely railing against babies born with Down Syndrome or autism or any other disorders, to be perfectly clear. Yes, those babies can grow up to have decent lives, but not everyone is willing or able to make the sacrifices those children

Unfriend all of them immediately. Guilt by association.

My dad was a psychologist in private practice for much of the 80s and 90s and then in the prison system in north Florida. When all of this Dozier stuff started coming to light a few years ago, I asked him about it. He told me, "Any time I saw a patient who had Dozier in his records, I knew I was going to hear some

White guy with dreads whose name was initials and who said, "baby, I'm gonna nut." I made him get off me and leave.

This has to be peak narcissism.

thanks for this. I definitely laughed out loud on a crowded bus.

Thank you so much, Corgis. I don't usually get all up in arms about it, but there's seems be precious little sympathy out there for the minority of us who are actually sick, and I'm cranky today because I'm eating healthier and not drinking. On the one hand, I fucking hate the trendy gluten avoiders too because they

I also watched Troop Beverly Hills Saturday night. Were we hanging out??

That would just be extra humiliation for those of us with celiac disease. I already feel like an epic dick when I have to ask questions. I know I'm high maintenance and I apologize for it in advance and tip well. But there is exactly zero chance I'm going to describe my GI nightmare to a complete stranger, especially

I cackled. And now I want to cross stitch that onto something. It's like Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey.

This was my fourth long distance move, but the first I've done alone (the precious three were with my now ex-husband). A woman I've known for years tends to shake her head at me and say, "you're made of stronger stuff than most." It's probably true. I rarely question my strength. Good luck to you in your move as well!

I'm the greyest.