“Nope, instead there are absolutely, positively, unquestionably zero consequences for Finn outing Santana. Not a talking to from Kurt, his gay step-brother. Not a lecture from Burt, his super gay friendly step-dad. Not a dirty look from Rachel, his has-two-gay-dads girlfriend. Nope, just a gold star for essentially blackmailing Santana to come out or risk suspension from school. Isn’t he a stand-up guy? Hey, kids at home, out your friends and be a hero. Everyone’s doing it! Yay! Outings! YAYYYYY!”—
Story to make you feel better: My friend let her roommate’s pet mice “accidentally” play in the street outside of their cage because the roommate never took care of them and they were stinking up the apartment. She told the roomie they escaped…
Girl that’s just evil, but I can’t say I haven’t contemplated doing that. She already doesn’t clean the kitty litter regulary, so just imagine how bad that cage was. Yes, very bad. Don’t even get me started on her cleaning habits.
Ya she may have neglected it, but death is sad no matter who, or what is it. Something you liked/loved or cared about, and is a part of your life is gone forever. Hell, I think it’s sad when I see hunters kill, or just dead animals in general.
I knew you would do this to me (okay it was either you and a few other people I guessed may scold me a little for my behavior). I’m not that bad honestly. I’m just frustrated with her that’s all. *Going to make this about me for one second: I cleaned the apartment before I left for Holiday. It sparkled. Do you hear me sparkled! My June Cleaver came out. Anyways, when I got back, the house was in such disarray, that I was kind of lost all sympathy for her and just told her how I truly felt at the wrong time*
Long story short, I did begrudgingly apologize. I knew I was in the wrong for saying that to her, especially when the rat just recently died.
Or else I’m seriously going to blow up at somebody. I just came back from the Holidays (family drama yay!) today with only 4 hours of sleep. I even went to all of my classes for today (I usually don’t do that with less than 6 hours of sleep). All I wanted to do was come back to a clean house that smelled clean.
Apparently that was too much to ask for with my roommate. Before I left for the holidays I made sure the house was spotless (except for some dishes left in the sink (that’s her chore)). I come back and the house looked like a crack house. Dishes overflowing the sink, the counters just nasty looking. Trash is just overflowed with her shit.
I can’t even leave her alone in the house for a couple of days. This is highly unnacceptable.
you know if fat brando was like .... david, let's play a little you ain't gon say no either!
You have me mistaken for Stacy!
After big ol brando used that fucking butter on that bitch I prayed for her asshole. Mixing butter with ass. Nasty ass shit. Old Brando scarred me for a while with that (I can just imagine how ewww my ass would feel with that butter just… shit I’m getting too descriptive).
I can only handle him before the 70s. After the 70s, I just picture him having buttery sex with everyone. Just makes me shiver really.
I’m agnostic and I haven’t told my mother about it yet. She already knew about my sexuality (lets be real, there was no hiding that one), but to tell my mother that I belong to the Church of Oprah instead of Christianity….
Well, I don’t know if her ol’ self can handle that one. Plus it doesn’t help every now and then that I say, “Praise Lady Jesus”. She just thinks its some thing us homosexuals do.
Just speaking that truth. See I knew what Walt was doing a long time ago, I have his number on speed dial. Him and those subliminal messages. Gurl you know he was racist. Remember those negro birds in Dumbo!
MMHMM! It’s no wonder people think hard working Tiana got Reader’s Digest while that simple lazy bitch Snow White got Vogue. It’s been instilled in them since they were sucking on their momma’s left tit.
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It will either make her cry or slap you across the face. We don’t react well to volume, if you want us to listen, then just calmly talk to us. There are better ways you can get your point across. but DON’T yell at us because then we’ll just focus on yelling back.
Pffft, you girls are nothing special. I shouldn’t have to raise my voice in the first place (I am classy after all), so If I’m raising my voice, best believe someone started it first. I won’t have someone starting crap with me, and then expecting me not to do anything about it. I wish you would slap me too.
“I’ve always been fascinated with faith and religions,Sometimes I’m sarcastic about it, and sometimes I’m in awe. Sometimes I feel very connected, and sometimes I feel angry at it. I’m perpetually looking at it differently, like a kaleidoscope.”—