#africans r bad m'kay
"africans r bad, m’kay, bcuz therfour they dont except God ,"
What is it with the crazy christians and basic spelling, grammar, and punctuation skills (lack thereof)? Given posts like this, I’d think prayer would be the least of their worries when considering their kids’ education.
Reblogged from proud-atheist.
DINNER. PEASANT DINNER.
#cooking with Eòin
For all the pretentious Asian food I cook attempt to cook, I made one of my favorite things tonight - tuna salad. On rye. And so many pickles.
I imagine wolfisquee / wolfidy is considering throwing up a little bit right now thinking of the mayo and the canned tuna, two of her favorite things.
Note: I only use tuna in oil. Good tuna in oil from Italy. None of that “lite” white crap in water from Starkist.
RE: NUDE PHOTOS.
The secondary part of this privacy breach is that Americans’ attitudes towards nudity are beyond prudish.
When the hell will the people in this country grow up?
I love a beautiful woman’s nude body as much as the next guy, but seriously.
Most everyone has genitals of some kind or another, and secondary sex characteristics too.
"Parts is parts".
And the dissonant relationship between the prudishness and the porn consumption of our fellow countrymen is baffling. Exhibit A: Utah.
#what I'm watching
oliviaswolfe said: …Also, you watch A LOT of movies, dude.
I’ve only watched 246 movies so far this year. I am definitely underachieving. No excuse for such a low total now that I live alone.
(That’s 1.008 a day. Need to up my average!)
Holy shit, Scott. And I thought three a week plus three complete series was obsessively excessive. (That’s about 110.)
"I’ve found my life’s work: Writing and forcing through legislation that requires IQ tests for anyone applying to be granted a driver’s license."
Ugh. Even here in sleepy, rural New England.
#really fucking bad drivers
On Wednesday it will be one year since I drove away from my apartment in New York after being kicked out.
In that time there have been many emotions. Sadness, anger, betrayal, and shame for example. Internalizing the reality of being discarded and so profoundly disrespected. But what I told you guys many months ago is that mostly I have just felt numb to the whole thing, and that is true.
(There are still times when I get really worked up over how arrogantly and callously I was fucked financially. They reach a boiling point and then they pass into the constant white noise in my brain. They come back, but they pass again. I have to remind myself that I let him do it.)
But there is one thing that I can’t get over because it is here, in the present, again and again. It’s being lied to about easily verifiable facts and events. Why you would want or feel the need to lie to someone you threw in a garbage bin 18 months earlier just makes no sense to me. It’s almost like there is a determination to continue the disrespect as long as possible.
It enrages me.