When people get really upset over the reality of life and find it that difficult to grasp that this is the real world and not everything is like Romeo & Juliet or any other generic bullshit love story. Relationships do not last forever and certain people need to come to terms with that no matter how much it “hurts”. Life is not your friend, so why do people think it it’s all going to perfect and cute for the next 6 months of the wonderful relationship they are currently in, until one of them cheats and it all goes to shit. People just need to man the fuck up, take a look around and stop being sensitive cunts all their lives.
“We know this about Mitt Romney…he’s not a job creator. When he was governor of Massachusetts, they were 47th out of 50 in job creation. His experiences in downsizing and outsourcing jobs and bankrupting companies and walking away with a lot of money for himself. His economic ideas are the failed economic ideas that we tried for eight years…their message is: You didn’t clean up our mess fast enough.”—Top Obama adviser Robert Gibbs, on Meet the Press Sunday. (via barackobama)
Someone left me an angry ask about Laci Green. I answered it all fucking intelligent and shit and then answered it privately by accident. So sexualityed got a big dose of my awesome while all of you just get this short paragraph. Sucks to be you.
So I don’t get upset when people make grammatical errors. There are three forms of “there.” I can understand people getting them mixed up. It happens.
If there’s one thing I can’t abide, it’s putting the fucking $ AFTER the number. It is fucking $5. Not 5$. It is never EVER 5$. Sometimes, there can be their or they’re or there. Oh I mixed them up. But when the fuck is it ever 5$? Never. That’s when.
So I’m pretty sure you’ve all heard me rant about this before. But today it’s a bit different. I had a new follower so I checked out their blog.
First entry on the page…. 65$. Ok. Obviously he’s stupid. TWO entries down, there’s a picture of a sale sign in a super market for $2.69.
I blocked him because I really don’t want someone looking at my blog who’s brain has clearly melted right the fuck out of his god damn skull.
Stop making posts about how ugly you are. And definitely don’t say “I’m not asking for compliments. I just think I’m ugly.” What the mother fuck is wrong with you? Shut the fuck up, you’re not ugly, but you are incredibly stupid.
“If a dude thinks that he is powerful because he doesn’t get fucked, and you are weak and shameful for getting fucked, you really and truly don’t want to let him fuck you. Sex is about respect, and letting someone inside you without respect is a bad idea… I fuck while feminist by insisting that there is nothing submissive about getting fucked. Accepting the standard bullshit narrative of “penetration as dominance” or “penetration as corruption” is ridiculous and arbitrary.”—Tiger Beatdown › Fucking While Feminist: The Unfuckables (via sexisnottheenemy)
Today and tonight was fucking amazing, my throat is all scratchy and I am so in love.
When I first heard Rancid, or Bad Religion, or Monster Magnet, or Slayer, I heard music I heard in my head. I heard those things for the first time and thought “THIS is what music is supposed to sound like.”
When I first heard Mountain Goats and Kind of Like Spitting, it changed the way I thought about how music was supposed to sound and recorded. At the time, Mountain Goats were only one guy with an acoustic guitar and a boombox. Like, holy shit. This was music I had never even thought of, and it sounded fucking good, unlike most music I had never thought of.
While everyone was obsessed with getting signed to Drive Thru, I just wanted to record albums on a boombox.