You too?! My parents used to get so exasperated with me about drinking the little creamers. Good times XD

My brain is still trying to measure the stupidity and futility of a man in the year 2000 and fucking 15 trying to halt the usage of birth control. Okay buddy. It’s not like you could actually be doing Christian acts of kindness, or praying or going on missions to help people in third world countries, or whatever it…

YAAAAAAAAAS

My boyfriend and I went to go see Inside Out, and subsequently, saw Lava as well. Towards the end of the short, my boyfriend bent over and whispered to me, “I can’t do this. We’re only one short in, and I’m crying.” I hugged him, and whispered, “Shh, it’s okay baby. I’m crying too.”

My littlest brother (as a toddler) went through a very long “Gimme!” phase. However, instead of “gimme” he’d say “dáme that!”, which is basically Spanish for gimme. Of course, his tiny toddler mouth had trouble saying all kinds of words, and “dáme” sounded a hell of a lot like “damn” coming out of his mouth. We know…

When I turn 80, I’m going to dye my hair a different color every week and walk my cats on a leash. I will cuss like a sailor, get a fly as fuck tattoo on my chest, and wear low cut shirts so that everyone can see it. I want to be The Little Old Lady From Pasadena.

It definitely isn’t an insult! At least, not coming from me. I know some people use it sarcastically. I swear, every time I address my boyfriend’s dad, each of my elementary school teachers, and all the grownups from my childhood street are right there in my head berating me for being disrespectful. But my boyfriend…

I was raised in the south, on a miliary base. Every adult male was called sir, every woman was called ma’am, unless specified by the party (and even then is was like, Mrs. Heather, or Mr. Henry, or Mrs. & Mr. Pines.)
When I first met my boyfriend’s dad, my boyfriend told me before hand to never call his dad sir, or Mr…

I like both Selena Q. and Jennifer Lopez as Selena :D I have fond memories of my mom letting me watch the movie when I was a kid. I watched it a lot! A LOT.
Selena passed away about a year after I was born. I grew up hearing her music (my mom was a fan). But because of the movie (for better or for worse) I associate…

YAAAAS GIMME. I love Selena :D

I get the impression that it’s less of a “You can get off on this” than a big fuck you to Kirk Cameron. Although I’m sure there’s an audience for the latter

Why the fuck didn’t I think of this?! Daaaamit

I don’t have time for this crap.

This is tasteless, exploitative, gross disgusting, and I hope the artist can find it deep from within themselves to go fuck a chainsaw. I can’t believe this exists....I can’t believe it got greenlit by the museum!

I worry about that quite often. I have six bettas (Scatha, Tsarina, Mr. Golden Super Happy Fun Time, Halcyon, Picasso, and Georgia) and while I’m in the prime of my life, I wonder what’ll happen if I suddenly pass away or can’t take care of them. Before I started to keep bettas, I realized that I didn’t know a whole…

Hush, will you? We don’t need them catching on.

Someday, I’d like a pet rat. I’ve heard how sweet and intelligent they are, and I have a fondness for creatures that’ll keep my inlaws and parents away XD

Whatever helps you sleep at night, Camille.

This is why I am the navigator. My boyfriend affectionately calls me his “Homing Pigeon.”