i am better now. thanks friends and bob’s burgers. and futurama. and popcorn. and not doing my work.
ugh ok. ugh. this happens now and then but oh man, maybe too much tylenol and coffee? and i’m sitting here vibrating and almost hyperventilating because my anxious stressed out mind thinks drug dealers are going to murder my family. i get into a spiral of negative thought and i know that’s not likely but ah. AH there’s a possibility. i’ve met some questionable people and i can’t focus on this paper and ah. and it’s not even that i’m freaking out that much, i know this will pass but i just need to get it out and think about something else. so venting is good. typing for my fingers to do something is good. expelling the bad is good. no one wants to hurt me. no one wants to hurt my family. no one is actually after me.
best of frederick chilton’s bitchface
(and other amusing expressions)
"I do not hate men, Sub-mariner. I merely know I’m as good as they are.”
FEMINISM: a definition
How to Hit on Guys the Way Guys Hit on Girls
Drink too much coffee, wear lipstick that’s too dark, and never settle for a life you don’t want.
I want to be old
So I can sit by a fire smoking a pipe with a little pot in it. Cat in my lap, dog at my feet, my goat shouting hilariously like people now and then in the yard. My little cabin and garden. My little quiet life.
Whenever I picture this there’s no man in the picture. No woman either. No significant other. No children or grandchildren.
And no regrets.
Using a shot from klk’s concept art of first appearance Satsuki I have created a gif that will be truly forgotten in a week.
Versailles in Early Spring - 2013