my blog is like this fucking grab bag except you never exactly know what you’re going to get in said bag
is it fandom???
is it feminist rants???
is it food???
who knows you could probably find a fucking crocodile in there
noddin’ ma head like yea
movin’ ma hips like h*ck yea
50% of my jokes are self deprecating and 50% are self congratulatory like i’ll say “wow its hot in here…. just like me” and 5 seconds later point at a trash can and say “me”
i use the word fuck so excessively i sometimes forget it’s a swear word
- WiFi: connected
- Me: then fucking act like it
- me: haha hey guys do u dare me to eat this whole thing of ice cream
- them: no
- me: *shaking my head and chuckling* i cant believe you guys are making me do this
- them: we're not
- me: *eating right out of the thing* this is so wild you guys you're so fucked up for making me do this
how come when someone decides to eat only fruits and vegetables people commend them for their “willpower” and “diligence” but when i decide to eat a diet composed entirely of mozzarella sticks and vodka suddenly i’m “out of control” and “putting myself in danger”