Got so stressed about money in my dreams I woke myself up.
Taking my neurosis next level.

kidbuudha:

matokininja:

bloggers-shit:

theafrocentrics:

ezryder71:

theafrocentrics:

I saw this on twitter. This is beautiful.

It’s not beautiful, it’s stupid and degrading! NOBODY should use either!

Shut your dumb ass up.

Always that one person ^^ lmao.

Here let me make it two. IT is stupid and degrading. Nobody should be using either, but your stupid asses just can’t think of a better word to use now can you?

White folks always tryna police what the fuck we say. And then you got these Uncle Tom ass niggas wanting to join in and tap dance for to impress your white “pals”. All y’all can kiss my black ass. It’s sociology 101. Simple shit. I grew around Mexicans my whole life and they used to call each other beaners. You know what would happen if I called one of homies a beaner? I’d get my face sliced up. It’s called cultural relativism, assholes. You take the culture for what it is and you RESPECT THE BOUNDARIES OF SAID CULTURE. Now all y’all shut the fuck up.

bolded for emphasis. real talk. 

kidbuudha:

matokininja:

bloggers-shit:

theafrocentrics:

ezryder71:

theafrocentrics:

I saw this on twitter. This is beautiful.

It’s not beautiful, it’s stupid and degrading! NOBODY should use either!

Shut your dumb ass up.

Always that one person ^^ lmao.

Here let me make it two. IT is stupid and degrading. Nobody should be using either, but your stupid asses just can’t think of a better word to use now can you?

White folks always tryna police what the fuck we say. And then you got these Uncle Tom ass niggas wanting to join in and tap dance for to impress your white “pals”. All y’all can kiss my black ass. It’s sociology 101. Simple shit. I grew around Mexicans my whole life and they used to call each other beaners. You know what would happen if I called one of homies a beaner? I’d get my face sliced up. It’s called cultural relativism, assholes. You take the culture for what it is and you RESPECT THE BOUNDARIES OF SAID CULTURE. Now all y’all shut the fuck up.

bolded for emphasis. real talk. 

(via phuck-ett)

Today I learned a crafty little trick

I bought a car yesterday. It’s a 2002 Subaru Forrester and it’s mostly red. I say mostly because there is a part of the back panel on the passenger side that’s a lovely shade of primer grey. I think it adds character. 

I bought the car because it was cheap and also because the nearest IKEA is 78 miles from Fort Collins and I can barely walk from sleeping on the bay window bench for four nights. I did learn a crafty little trick though: sleeping with your butt pressed up against your front window is a great way to meet the neighbors. 

So anyway, back pain and hallway humiliation aside I bought a car. I bought a car and I drove 78 miles to the nearest IKEA so I could buy all their umlaut furniture. I am now the proud owner of one bed, one chair and one table that does triple duty as a dresser, desk and dining room table. 

I am 30 years old and my home is sadder than a freshman dorm. 

Olive will be here in a few days with Pepe. Mostly I wanted to have stuff in the apartment so he didn’t feel so weird living here. I’m not sure if that makes me a good dog mom or a crazy dog lady. I’m much more concerned about him feeling at home than I am about myself feeling at home. Olive will stay a few nights too and we won’t both fit on the window seat. Something had to be done in the way of furniture. 

Brian has stopped calling. He has started vaguebooking overtly passive aggressive cries for attention though on social media. I almost unfriended him on Facebook but it’s just so amusing to watch. He posted a bunch of blurry bar selfies with some girl a few nights ago and I can honestly say that although I was sitting on the floor of an empty apartment in my underwear eating cold canned ravioli I still felt smug about it. One of us isn’t handling this break up well and it’s not the girl in her skivvies. 

He is also posting a lot of song lyrics. He’s really taking this like a champ. Actually he’s really taking this like a 15 year old girl who got dumped the day of homecoming. It’s not cute. 

I’m not really talking about this with anyone. It just doesn’t seem like this very personal break with reality I appear to be having is anyone’s business. I’ve only really talked to Olive about what’s happening and that’s only because I require her assistance with stealing Pepe back for me. She’ 100% on my team and ready to whatever is necessary to reunite my little furry love and I. I really appreciate that about her. A good friend is one who is willing to commit possible felonies on your behalf. 

My mom has called me 87 times in the last 48 hours. We only talk on bank holidays but I’m guessing my brother ratted me out. Social media has nothing on the Gay Grapevine. When my baby brother gets a good tidbit of gossip it’s all. Tristan lives in Las Vegas, he moved there at 22 to be a go go dancer, which has worked out very well for him, he now owns his own little gay discotheque near the airport and only dances in his underwear for fun and not money anymore. He named the club Gossip. He’s THAT into gossip.

My mother followed him there a few years ago after retiring from book keeping. She now lives in his guest house and lives a very full life fretting over Tristan’s general happiness. She and I have never been particularly close but apparently up and leaving one’s live in boyfriend after two years and moving to the mountains will get even the most absentee parents attention. 

Her last voice mail mentioned she had talked to Brian and the seemed “to be doing well, considering.” 

I can only imagine what that means. And I guess I’ll have to keep imagining because the likelihood of me calling my mother to recount the many things I have done in my adult life that will lead directly to my spinsterhood is slim. To put it mildly. 

fuck you brian day 5 blog challenge just make it stop blog challenge fiction am writing short story

OH MUH GAAAAAH. Bulleit just laid down and put his arm around Yaeger. My heart melted.

OH MUH GAAAAAH. Bulleit just laid down and put his arm around Yaeger. My heart melted.