razjm
razjm
razjm

maybe you wore out your optic nerve

yes girl!

wooooo congrats dudes

I just played this w/o my headphones as I sit here on the commuter train and my BF sitting next to me was like “Oh God, is tht YOU? are you really farting out loud?” Bad idea, but hilarious nonetheless.

Did anyone see the portrait of Donald Trump painted in menstrual blood? It gives me feelings. Like on the one hand, HAHAHAHA, but on the other hand he doesn’t even deserve the attention.

When I managed a Borders we were also responsible for this small calendar kiosk on the other side of the shopping center. I was there covering someone’s lunch break and this crazed woman came over demanding why we had no bichon frise calendars. The dog calendar people were always the weirdest.

I have no memory of this, but apparently I once ran up to the altar and made off with the communion bread when I was really young.

Well this is a story of my grandfather at a moment of great family sadness and pain.

Mine is pretty tame. When I was into Jesus (lol I WAS A CHILD, OK?) I went on a bus trip to this giant Presbyterian Bible Camp at Purdue University the summer between sophomore and jr. year (ETA: of high school, NOT college). Besides the Jesus stuff, it was actually fun - the daily services were mostly huge

Me right now

Washing dishes in hot water helps the grease come off :P
But I agree that it does nothing about germs =)

NEXT TIME ON...

Someone needs to call Luigi.

I disagree. I think that self-identifying as a member of a group that you are not actually a part of makes it that much harder for members of the group to work to reduce stigma associated with being members of the group.

This was an uplifting and amazing article. I desperately needed to have these words put down so that I could read them. It made me feel beautiful/handsome for a moment. Like “Yeah, I’m okay. Or at least not so bad.” I felt a serious warmth spread through me like it was okay to accept myself. Thank you so very much for

I Fuck Fat People

I remember the first time I became consciously aware of my fat attraction. I was sixteen, sitting on the couch with