So I just changed my hair slightly and it’s super-obnoxiously-cute. I look like the kind of person I would awkwardly attempt to flirt with and then decide was way too cool for me. I mean, every third lesbian has the same half-buzzed thing, but whatever, I rock it.
Anyway, douchey new co-worker commented on it.
“Why’d you shave the siiiide?” he whined. “I like your hair better when it’s longer!”
Seriously, dude? Seriously.
“Well, I was gonna shave it all off, but I figured I should play with it a little more first.”
He gave me a shocked look, then started laughing.
Later, as I was leaving…
“Well, I’m glad you kept some of your hair. It would look weird if you didn’t. You look way better with more hair, though.”
Well I’m fucking glad I don’t give a flying pig-shit about a straight boy’s opinion on my hair then! Jesus buttfucking Christ, how is it ever okay to criticize a co-worker’s appearance on the grounds that you personally do not find it attractive?
When you try to think of a word and can only remember it in another language.
The Los Angeles County coroner has identified a Palmdale teen who authorities said was killed when a suspected drunk driver crashed into her home and hit her while she slept.
Giselle Mendoza, 16, was pronounced dead at her home early Sunday after Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department deputies said Roberto Rodriguez, 20, crashed his SUV into a Palmdale apartment building.
Mendoza was sleeping in her first-floor bedroom when a 2007 Nissan Pathfinder slammed into the complex in the 1000 block of East Avenue R before 4 a.m. Sunday, officials said.
I know a lot of younger people use Tumblr, so please let me be your dad for a quick moment: at some point in your life (maybe at several points in your life) you will be confronted with the decision to drive after drinking or using recreational drugs. You may think, “it’s only a mile” or “I’ll be very careful” or “I probably shouldn’t drive, but I think I’ll be okay” or “I don’t have money for a cab”.
But here’s the thing about that: you may convince yourself that it’s okay to drive, and you may even get where you’re going safely. You may do that more than once, and start to think that you’re never going to have a problem if you drive while intoxicated (even a little bit).
But what if you don’t? What if you lose your focus or judgement for one second, and you end up hitting a person who’s crossing a dark street in front of you? What if you end up missing a light, and crashing into another car?
What will you do when you, an otherwise good person who would never intentionally hurt another person, make the decision to get behind the wheel when you shouldn’t, and you end up killing someone?
Just think about that for a moment, okay? If this kid, Robert Rodriguez, is found guilty, he’s likely going to spend most of his life in prison. He’s 20 years-old. He’s probably not a criminal, and he’s probably going to spend what should be the best years of his life in a prison, because he made the decision to drive while intoxicated.
Now think about the family of Giselle Mendoza. She was sixteen years-old. SIXTEEN. Her life hadn’t even started yet, and now she’s gone. Forever. Because a suspected drunk driver — just four years older than her — decided that he’d get behind the wheel of a car when he shouldn’t have.
Look, I get it: figuring out how to get home can be a hassle. Taxis and Uber are expensive, and public transit can be inconvenient.
But take a moment and think about Giselle Mendoza’s friends and family, and Robert Rodriguez’s friends and family, and ask yourself how much cab fare would have been too much.
Okay, thanks for listening and letting me be your Internet dad for a minute.
My thing has always been, “unless leaving where you are will make people - yourself or others - safer than not leaving, just crash there”. Obviously not applicable to bars, but if you’re at a house party and are safe there, just fucking stay there if a cab is too much. If you are not safe there, call someone to get you the fuck out.
It’s safer to call off work the next morning if needed, or tell your family/roommates that you’ll be home in the morning, than it ever is to drive drunk. Even if you don’t hurt yourself or anyone else, a DUI on your record is NOT WITH IT.
Irrationally gets mad at stranger for terrible eyeliner
let’s talk about housecats and how fucking weird they are evolutionarily/anthropologically
like who thought it was a good idea to have tiny malicious predators in our homes anyways????? (not us actually)
are they even domesticated????!!!?? (yes) do they even feel LOVE???????!!? (yes)
LET’S LEARN ABOUT CATS
“you ready 2 learn punk”
"I just really like to draw disney princesses"
*forgets tiana but includes rapunzel merida elsa scrappy doo and a honda civic*
A Wet Dream on Elm Street (2011)
how do you even jerk off to this
DOES HE HAVE DILDOS INSTEAD OF KNIVES ON HIS GLOVE????????
I’m clearly the wrong person to ask about this, but I always feels like terrible porn pastiches of classic movies almost aren’t meant to be jerk-off-able so much as they’re just, like, performance art.
I mean, sure, as the director of something like this, you want people to get off to it. You want it to facilitate that goal. But if that’s all you wanted, you could easily film yet another pool boy banging a milf on the covered patio.
When you go out of your way and make a deliberate, honest attempt to sexualize Freddy Krueger, though…there has to be some ulterior motive behind that.
…Even if that motive is just “you know what would be hilarious?”
Wetsuit urgently needed for Bunny Day! Who wants to trade? I can also purchase outright.
… how do I trade?
When they were built in the 1970s these two gleaming Ohio malls were symbols of the boom years in the U.S., and their wide walkways were filled with shoppers.
Now the verdant foliage that decorated them has died off and the fountains inside are dry as store after store deserted the out-of-town malls.
The demise of the Rolling Acres and and Randall Park Mall have been documented by photographer Seph Lawless, who remembers visiting them when he was a child and even had his first job at one of the them.
Holy shit, I spent a buttload of time at Rolling Acres growing up. My mom even worked there seasonally a few times, mostly with the Santa photo thing.
I remember it being pretty spiffy when I was young, I remember it declining, then I stopped going… then I heard it closed. Now this.
The tower fountains - that orange tile and metal ruin in the picture - those were the coolest thing when you’re 6. They looked like the Emerald City.
New activity in the mozenrath tag
'oh gross it's dark chocolate i hate dark chocolate' good
give it to me
I wish making real money worked like Animal Crossing. Sell some fruit, save $1000 for a trip to a lovely tropical island, catch bugs for a few hours, come back with $180k.