I’m so tired and shakey and angry and frustrated
it’s time to crawl back into bed with John
Today was an exceptional day.
White supremacy in action.
*sees a dog*
*PETS a dog*
I’m applying to the position again just to see partly as a “fuck you I’m not blind” and partly as a “please oh please oh please give me the job i need a job”
so aPRANTLY MY FATHER USED TO IRONICALLY OWN A DILDO IN COLLEGE AND HE USED TO FREAK OUT HIS DORM MATES BY PLACING IT IN RANDOM PLACES LIKE THEIR COAT POCKETS AND IN THE BATHTUB
HE NAMED IT JIMMY AND NO ONE KNEW WHO THE FUCK OWNED IT FOR MONTHS AND EVERY CALLED IT THE DICK GHOST OH MY GUCKIGN GO D
let this die in peace
Someone needs to continue this tradition
i really dont understand this “well MLK said we should be nice when talking about race stuff!!” cause MLK was all about passive resistance and speeches but yet he still got crosses burned in his yard, his family threatned, jailed unjustly and then shot in the skull. So apparently being “”“nice”“”” still gets you killed.
And gets you remembered as one of the greatest humanitarians that the US or the world has ever seen.
Are you fucking stupid
The FBI supplementary homicide report for 2010 showed 38% fewer women are shot to death in states that require a background check. Do you think background checks should be mandatory for all gun sales?
It’s insane that’s even a question.
lady gaga’s dog is wearing my college tuition around her neck
Watch that dog get robbed real quick.
…can you rob an animal?
If i see it on the street we gone find out.
A couple of days ago John told me that I’m not getting better at talking to him when I’m upset, he’s just better at reading my posts on tumblr and confronting me before I delete them. Which is kind of the truth.
So I decided to tell him something that had been bothering me for a while. I’m scared to see his family again. I still haven’t found a job. I can’t stand the questions. Answering them makes me feel guilty and so do their responses. I know there’s more I could be doing and I’m trying but it’s hard. I’ve applied and applied to places and lookwhere I am. It’s been almost a month since we’ve moved in and here I am……
I told him these things. He told me “can we talk about this another time?” I get that it was a shit ass time to talk (I woke him up and he’s been having hard days at work and has got some more ahead of him) but at least I’m trying, right? Idk. I got it sort of out and I spose we’ll talk more in depth about it tomorrow.
In the mean time, I’ve got an hour or so before I can fully destress so I’m going to use this time to apply for shit.
Yet they claim that the queer community is overly sexual and puts our sex lives out there. Straight people are weird.
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