tychotronic
TychoTronic
tychotronic

If it smells like shit, then it's shit. You were hit on.

watching madmen is not helping the fact that I want to have intercourse so fucking badly right now. mr. tronic is attempting to study. I am going to ruin that very soon me thinks. He better be open to such ruining or I am going to be sad. and then lock myself in the bedroom and masturbate. or something. So horny jesus.

I actually have no idea, as my knowledge of pageants is entirely derived from Miss Congeniality.

At least both of his collars aren't popped?

God, people. It's a scholarship program!

THIS THING I WROTE CONTAINS SPOILERS

You don't. The book is a fucking lie.

I think if you drive by really slowly while pointing and enunciating and giving side-eye it can be pulled off.

Jesus, they can't even spring for a metal rosary? Put some money into your gimmicky shit.

Fun thing to do with abortion clinic protesters:

I have a friend on my facebook who is perpetually in an abusive relationship or idealizes them if she isn't in one. Or when she is in one. And now that she has read the book, most of her updates consist of "I want my last name to be Grey!" and other such weird things relating to the book that just drives a wedge of

I love you, Michelle Obama.

I hate smoking inside, personally. And fancy people are extra fancy!

It is incredibly bullshit. What the hell.

That only works if we are operating in a complete and utter meritocracy, which we are not and never will.

He is the WORST.

You are using sexism as a word separate from history. The oppressed cannot oppress the oppressor. This prize does not hurt anyone, and there are plenty, believe me plenty of literary awards that are available to men and women. Some are limited based on geography, or based on what you write, or based on being a

My fiance (he's a poet) was reading the shit out of Anne Sexton the other day.

I'm not sure how money can fix a bias, but maybe I don't understand capitalism as well as I should.

Anecdotal sadness: