feminism never made me hate men but the reaction to feminism sure as shit did
some men* you literally cannot hate people you’ve never met or even heard of.
oh MY GOD OH MY GOD OHH M Y GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OHHHYM GOD OH MY GOD OH MY OD OOOOOH MY GOD oh MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD O H MY GO D OH MY GOD O H M Y GO D OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
D and I got into a fight this morning about certain BS that’s been going on the entire 15 years we’ve been together that I try to ignore 90% of the time but today was part of the 10% and I was upset and annoyed. And then he called me while I was at Old Navy shopping and it escalated and I got pretty pissy because I feel like I’m not allowed to have feelings once he’s said sorry and finally I was like look fucker, I’m busy, I’m at the checkout, I’m not doing this now. But now I’m home, and I’m about to put Bug down for her nap, and I’ve eaten lunch and I have no more excuses to not call him back but I don’t want to because it’s going to be a bunch of him being mad at me for being mad at him. Which, let’s be real, is just going to piss me off even more and solve absolutely nothing.
Bless the nap gods for allowing me to get in 4 episodes of The Good Wife today. Bless them so hard.
Well fuck. Grey’s Anatomy is hitting me right in the parent feels tonight.
Is iOS8 worth trying to figure out which 0.8GB of music I need to delete off my phone?
You’ll never know unless you try!
sidknee23 replied to your post “I feel like I’m on the verge of a huge hormone- plus cold-fueled…”
I second SomeAG’s notions/emotions!
someauthorgirl replied to your post “I feel like I’m on the verge of a huge hormone- plus cold-fueled…”
That picture earlier slayed me. I support you utterly in putting the potty box on your head and crying.
I’ve decided that, instead of sticking my head in the potty box, I will stick my face in approx. half of a chocolate cake. There may still be tears, but there will also be cake.
I feel like I’m on the verge of a huge hormone- plus cold-fueled temper tantrum, and I really just want to vent to one of my moms or my sister, but for certain reasons, I feel like that would only make me feel worse and I really just don’t have the self-control to not be an asshole about that.
Maybe I should take a page from Bug’s book and stick the potty box on my head while crying. I mean, it seemed to work for her.
Sometimes a post will remind you of something that happened in high school and then you realize that that was 22 years ago and how the fuck is that possible?