I got a hair cut! Like 6 inches off. It will be nice for the summer.

The bitch who cut it was taking a fine tooth comb and just RIPPING my hair out until I was actually in tears, then she looks at me and goes “oh…sorry…” and keeps doing it. But I gave her a good tip anyway because I’m just a sucker and do it either way. 

Goin’ out tonight bitchez. It will be nice, I haven’t had a chance to do anything at all fun in the last like…two months.
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I got a hair cut! Like 6 inches off. It will be nice for the summer.
The bitch who cut it was taking a fine tooth comb and just RIPPING my hair out until I was actually in tears, then she looks at me and goes “oh…sorry…” and keeps doing it. But I gave her a good tip anyway because I’m just a sucker and do it either way. 
Goin’ out tonight bitchez. It will be nice, I haven’t had a chance to do anything at all fun in the last like…two months.

flawedretrospect:

c0ntagion:

shivablue:

twiilah:

rapeculturerealities:

TW: RAPE CULTURE, VICTIM BLAMING

hairypitprincess:

ikaricrossinglines:

the thing that upsets me most here is that quite a few of these sample replies show profile photos of children. These people are raising families and kids. And for those fathers with daughters,I wonder how amusing they would find it if they knew there was at least a 1 in 4 chance of their own child being sexually assaulted or raped in her own lifetime.

A real funny joke there, dads.

This is highly disturbing

ditto

END RAPE CULTURE AND VICTIM BLAMING.

ahhh i wanna cry

every time i read a comment (on the picture) i wanted to rip my hair out. 

This is repulsive.

(Source: thehealthyhusky)

"It’s time to lace up your sneakers and march outside to help save babies."

LOL I’m sorry…I know this is serious, but my mental image is babies raining from the sky and running around with a basket, and THANK GOD I LACED UP MY SNEAKERS because otherwise I’d be tripping all over the place and these babies would be screwed.

Seriously though, I don’t think these “walks for charity” do much for me. I’d be much more willing to pay someone money if they would debase themselves in some way. No, I’m not giving you $100 to walk around in a circle. I’ll give you $200 to slather yourself in mustard and do the Macarena nude on top of a hot dog cart. An extra $50 if you eat the hot dogs seductively.

Charities, use this idea. You have a lot of people who have weird talents and would be willing to exploit them for your cause. Grab your unicycle riders, fire eaters and general deviants and get to work.

Zzzz

I woke up at 8am (I know, a lot of people wake up earlier but bare with me here) to drive an hour to work. We haven’t had electricity at work for the last two days, but because we are closing next week we had to stay open and work anyway. Thankfully we have a lot of windows.

Then I drove an hour from work to do a voice over commercial for tampons (look out world) which was fun but I had to bolt immediately after finishing because I had to drive an hour home to get Elvis, then another hour to show him to a potential adopter. They loved him and adopted him on the spot! I can’t believe I only had him a week and a half.

Tomorrow is equally busy and I am just exhausted. But like, whatever I’m going to have plenty of rest time in a week.

This Dog…

Being a foster is HARD work. I understand why people can’t do it. You’re bringing in a new personality into your house and you are the one who works out the issues, heals the wounds, and cures the illnesses before sending them out to a new home as a brand new dog. It’s time consuming, exhausting and at times frustrating.

Last time I did it, I said I wouldn’t do it again. Then I saw the photo of the dog who hadn’t been let out of his cage for 6 months, and of course I said yes. I can’t say no to that. The beginning part of meeting this new dog and the end part of leaving them with a new, loving home are the good parts. It’s the middle that makes me want to tear my hair out.

And yet, I don’t know how I will say no the next time. I don’t know how to say “sorry, I don’t feel like being inconvenienced, go ahead and euthanize him.” I don’t think I can do that. I know I can’t.

How to Still be Cool as a Diabetic:

-Flick your needles like James Dean.
-Pose when you stab yourself like Marilyn Monroe, bonus points for emitting sexual noises.
-Maintain direct eye contact with people as you inject yourself.
-Tell people that you’re injecting small doses of kryptonite.
-Tell people that you’re injecting yourself with The Antidote and sorry, they can’t have any.
-Wear cool jackets.
-Light your lancets on fire (or maybe not idk I haven’t done it, use caution).
-Jump over a flaming school bus on a motorcycle.
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How to Still be Cool as a Diabetic:

-Flick your needles like James Dean.
-Pose when you stab yourself like Marilyn Monroe, bonus points for emitting sexual noises.
-Maintain direct eye contact with people as you inject yourself.
-Tell people that you’re injecting small doses of kryptonite.
-Tell people that you’re injecting yourself with The Antidote and sorry, they can’t have any.
-Wear cool jackets.
-Light your lancets on fire (or maybe not idk I haven’t done it, use caution).
-Jump over a flaming school bus on a motorcycle.
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