a little bit of this, a little bit of that

teruprince:

BEWARE: smoking weed can have dangerous side effects, such as never shutting the fuck up about the fact you smoke weed

I get that it’s supposed to be cute, but I get major “ick” factors when

a) babies have “boyfriends” or “girlfriends”

b) girls have “date nights” with their dad. 

Babies are babies. And even if it’s just bonding time, it is NOT date night, and it’s super Oedipus-y/Electra-y and I’m being weird but YUCK.

Lately, decries about the evils of Monsanto have been blowing up my news feed. I absolutely don’t disagree; in fact, it’s a large part of why I don’t eat meats and buy “organic” (though labels can mean little especially in the light of GMOs) when I can. However, when browsing a list of Monsanto companies, I find that Pepperidge Farm is on the very long list. My dad has worked (essentially as an independent contractor) for PF for over a decade now.  That money provided a lot for me and my family and still continues to;  while I recognize that no one is saying that my dad or the workers of these companies are immoral, the statement to boycott companies like PF makes me uncomfortable. I don’t support Monsanto as a company but, well. My dad is an extremely hard-working man supporting his family and even if I hypothetically bought PF products, they wouldn’t go to his wallet, I still don’t feel right about blanket protesting.

I didn’t used to be such an evil bitch when I menstruated, but oh god. It’s gotten worse in the last 6 months. Physical effects have intensified, and with it, extremely negative mood swings, like getting really angry/irritated or sobbing over nothing. I feel myself getting irrationally upset during those days but can’t really seem to reign in my emotions. I need to figure something else out because I never used to be this way.

I want to start using Tumblr actively again, but only so I can bitch and sometimes post about how awesome I think I am.

Coming into my work and making a point to say “bye” to each of my surrounding coworkers and not me doesn’t maker you clever, just undeniably immature.

Never had any adverse side effects to any of the numerous medications I’ve taken through the years.

Fortunately, this time around, I am experiencing severe nausea, trembling hands, anxiety, and shitting myself in a grocery store.

I am about to workout but holy dickface, my body is sore from skiing this weekend. I may just fall over.

(but skiing was AWESOME)

nicevagina:

Contrary to many beliefs, you don’t actually need a fucking life story reason to get a tattoo.