under the bell jar

findig even just ONE person in your life that you don’t want to murder more than 50% of the time.

that’s fucking special.

and fucking difficult.

gay marriage
legality of abortions
stem cell research

ALL FUCKING NON ISSUES YOU FUCKING IDIOTS WHY ARE WE STILL DEBATING THIS I HATE YOU ALL

I (think) I just (possibly) finished (maybe) all of the necessary paperwork for my loans for the upcoming school year. Or maybe I didn’t. It’s really all a mystery. I had previously thought I had done so, but I was surprised to find I hadn’t. There is more. There is always more. No matter what you…

gurl knows wassupp

I’ve been feeling “weird” lately. Very over/underwhelmed. Here’s a first world problem: I’m not really all that passionate about anything currently in my life. Like, there’s my dogs, there’s baked goods, there’s Joseph Gordon Levitt, there’s waffles, there’s sex, there’s really good movies that I don’t spend enough time watching, there’s music. There are a shit ton more things that make me smile and get me excited about life & living, but sometimes I just want one thing. Ya know? One big thing. Maybe I don’t want to put all my eggs in one basket, but I’d at least like to know which fucking basket I’d be putting them in, should I choose to do so.

I just want a fucking basket. Right now I have like, 72 baby bird nests, and no baskets.