I enjoy certain stuff and I don't enjoy other stuff. Cats. I enjoy cats. Also travel. I feel like this is becoming a list.
I’m going to be an aunt. Aunty Sarah.
i know it’s been talked about to death and it’s easy to pick on him but i am amazed that justin bieber was able to walk through the anne frank museum and still come out thinking chiefly about himself
i think that says a lot about a person
I am sad that these new jeans will never again look as good as they do today. Soon to be faded and covered in cat hair and have lost their new appeal.
But damn I look good in my new jeans today.
People need to stop telling me secrets. Not really, I love knowing things but how am I supposed to keep everything to myself?
R.I.P. MSN, the only messenger that allowed me to send a giant unavoidable popup of a pig shaking his ass to funky techno music to my conversational partner if they were ignoring me
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.