I am so happy to be home and I am so grateful for everything. Tonight I saw family members I hadn’t seen since before high school, ate a feast, and drank lots of wine. It was amazing and I love them all so much.
Then my mom, who’s been having a down cycle lately (I think losing Barker threw her over the edge), was really worried about the pies being ready for tomorrow and not having enough time to get everything done. After she got weird and cleaned a bit, we calmed her down and she went to bed. So then Boyfriend, being the best boyfriend in the world, went into the kitchen and made all 4 pies with me. We’re just waiting on the apple to come out of the oven now. Mom will hopefully be really surprised and happy to see them done when she gets up in the morning, and hopefully a little less stressed too.
Anyways, like I said, I am so damn grateful for my wonderful boyfriend, wonderful family, and so fucking happy to be home with them for Xmukkah.
For Christmas I’m putting together a “here is a definitive list of every single thing that is wrong with Ron Paul.” Reblogging for the head start here.
I may have to unload some of this on my FB friend who loves Ron Paul. I dislike having political conversations with her, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep my mouth shut while election season progresses.
Also, one of my good friends VOTED for Ron Paul last time. I may have to drop some knowledge on him, too.
What's the nastiest thing you've ever eaten or imbibed?
Boyfriend’s mom’s tuna casserole. I don’t know if they’re all gross because that was the first I’d ever had, but damn it was terrible. We’d been dating less than a year at the time and his mom invited me over for dinner. Little did I know, it was because she’d made a ridiculous amount of canned-fish goop. It was a battle not to make the face below, which is why I think she designed it as a test of my worth as her son’s girlfriend. That is the only (cruel) justification that makes sense.
I think a person who doesn’t masturbate is like a person that doesn’t rub a sore muscle. Why sit there suffering when you can do something about it? Because you want to play martyr? Because some god thing might reward you? Fuck that. Got a problem? Fix it. Fixing your own problems is like, America or something.
this is now a thing.
Life without masturbation is for communists. AMERICA!
If you could have the sense of humor of anyone you know, whose would it be?
I have this friend who has been through some really terrible shit in his life, but still found a way through it by laughing and making other people laugh. He is so damn quick witted, his laugh so infectious, and his ability to take sad realities and twist them into funny anecdotes is amazing. Such a good friend and I love him dearly for his sense of humor.
If you were invited to the White House for dinner, what would you wear from your current wardrobe?
I’m so glad you asked this because I was thinking about something similar the other day. Obama went shopping kinda near where I live the other day and I was jealous I didn’t see him. But then I got all worried because what if I looked gross when seeing him at Target? Do I need to start dressing me up to go run errands now? Really though, I’d be more excited about running into Michelle. She is fabulous. I want to run into her in Target and finish shopping with her while discussing the difficulties of living in the DC area, her opinions about random stuff (without getting too political, don’t wanna ruin her shopping trip ya know?), and Bo the dog.
Anyways, back to the question. It depends on how warm they keep it in there and what kind of event:
If it’s really warm and fancy I’d wear this strapless satin dress I have that’s blue and black with my matching blue heels. I’ll never compare to the amazing that is Michelle, but I look damn good in that dress.
If it were warm and casual I’d wear my Obama ‘08 shirt and spend the whole time gushing about how he was the first president I ever got to vote for and I cried during his inauguration.
If it were cold and fancy I’d still wear the warm and fancy outfit because it’s really pretty and I have matching blue earrings.
If it were cold and casual I’d wear my grey cowl-neck sweater, black pants, and grey boots. It should be cold and casual because that’s my fave outfit and I’d still bring my Obama ‘08 pin and gush like a weird political fan girl. Even though he’s disappointed me since taking office, I still like him a lot.
If you had the gift of magic for one day, what would you do?
Yay for questions from Nurselady!
It would be a very busy day. I’d do a lot of things, but of course none of them could involve politics since that would need a lot more than a day. I would clean my whole apartment without leaving the couch. Teleport to different places and visit. Learn shit in minutes and make papers write themselves. Make it rain for areas in drought. Double food supplies for hungry people. Cause anyone and everyone who has ever directly (can’t fix the system in a day, even with magic, right?) abused another living thing feel horrendous pain the whole day. Create money out of nothing and buy up land for conservation/sustainable development.
That piece of gross lint, dead skin cells, and hair mixture that accumulates in carpets is beyond the negative words in my vocabulary. Oooh he’s the smegma of a guy who hasn’t showered in weeks. There we go.
This piece of shit has a post “exposing the campus-rape myth.” So in addition to being a Ron Paul stan, an anti-choice douchefuck, and MRA fuckwad, he believes us wimmenz* use intoxication as an excuse and aren’t really getting raped because some conservative bloggers said so. He’s also pointing to a study by the DoJ that he claims “debunks” the “myth” that one in five women will be raped during college-aged years. (I refuse to even get into the error and incompatibility inherent in using two different studies for comparison when they weren’t taken from the same or similar populations.)
You called my friend a “stupid bitch,” and that is not okay. I don’t normally get involved in shit, but today sucked and this motherfucker has gotten on my last nerve.
There is a special circle of hell reserved for these folks. I like to think that circle entails being trapped in a tiny elevator with a very smelly man and REM’s “Everybody Hurts” playing loudly on repeat while the smelly man farts in your face. You think you can hide your misogyny behind poorly derived statistical tests and big words, but you can’t. You think you will “expose” the myth that college women* are being raped, but you won’t. You think you will expose our “misandry” by claiming we weren’t really raped, but you won’t and I’d like to see you try that in person.
You say intoxication can be used as an excuse for crying rape at some point in the future, but I have news for you:
IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT CONSENT LOOKS LIKE, YOU’RE DOING SEX WRONG. IF THE SITUATION IS “AMBIGUOUS” AS YOU SAY, IT IS NOT CONSENSUAL. AMBIGUITY /= CONSENT.
And if you don’t understand that, then I’m not sure if I should pity you and/or bust your kneecaps. Please take your simple chauvinistic ass and sit the fuck down.
A failed Carson City Council candidate is speaking out about his Facebook post, in which he called for the assassination of President Barack Obama.
Jules Manson, 48, posted the racially charged statement Sunday on his Facebook page. His post included the word, “assassinate,” referred to Obama using the N-word and referred to the president’s daughters as “monkey children.”
It’s a rant that Manson wishes he could take back.
“Basically, I mustered the most hateful and vile words I could think of to express my hurt and contempt for the president. However, I went too far. That’s all that was. It was harmless. I’m not the least bit racist at all,” Manson told Eyewitness News.
“Congress is on the verge of wrecking the greatest engine of innovation and greatest platform for democracy ever known to human kind. And for what? For the sake of propping up an ossified industry that refuses to change with the times, but happens to make a lot of campaign contributions.”—SOPA: Washington Vs. The Web (via azspot)
“Remember back when you were a kid, and you thought there were actually people that knew what this thing we call “life” was really all about? Remember when you thought there really were “grown ups?”
Then, all of a sudden one day you become a “grown up” yourself and the terrifying revelation occurs to you that there really are no “grown ups,” just kids that got old and had kids of their own, and no one really knows what the fuck is going on.”—Joe Rogan (via ishrnmumbrella)