Cutting resources to planned parenthood AND the Pell Grant? WHAT THE FUCK? Why do the republicans have this big vendetta against going to college and getting and education and having safe sex? What, do you freakin want the crime rates to skyrocket? Because guess what, assholes, that’s what gonna happen. Why don’t you cut some fucking money from the goddamn defense budget and use that to improve the lives of your freaking citizens?
I HATE YOU. F:LSKDHGLSKFH
Hopefully the democrats in the Senate will come through…
UPDATE: To the apologists who believe tacking on the caveat “I guess I haven’t been in that position, so I wouldn’t be able to judge that” after saying “rape happens for a reason” somehow negates the utter backwardness of saying “rape happens for a reason”: It doesn’t.
SO. It’s valentine’s day. I stayed up til 3 in the morning baking and wrapping and getting excited about it. Unfortunately, that means waking up expecting an awesome day and then getting depressed super easily for no reason because I haven’t slept. Oops…
Valentine’s day sucks. Lemme just start out with that. And no, not because I’m sitting in a corner, celebrating SAD. I love SAD. I celebrated the shit out of that holiday when I was single. This year, I actually have someone to celebrate it with. Last year I had someone to celebrate with. Some girls dream about that shit, right?
My problem is that I put in all this effort to try and be romantic and surprising and expect whoever I’m dating to (of course) do the same. Like read my mind and run out and become romantic. EARTH TO SANAYA: This is not a realistic perspective to have. You can’t expect people to just know what you want. You can’t force the guys you date to be romantic exactly when/how you dream of them being (they’d have to be on steroids or something). And you can’t get so depressed when people don’t live up to your crazy expectations of them. Stop expecting so many stupid things. Just…ugh.
I hate this stupid societal pressure to be all lovey. I just wanna sit around and laugh and hang out without the whole “IN-YOUR-FACE-HEARTS-AND-CRAP” attitude.
This just in: YOU DON’T. I have done nothing mean or wrong to you for all the time I’ve known you, and you insist on being a prick and not taking in anything I say. WELL GUESS WHAT ASSHOLE, when you stupid fucking ideas don’t pan out and something goes wrong, don’t you dare try to blame it on me. I know my shit. I am the one who has to fucking deal with it. So don’t you think you should ask or even listen to my god damn opinion? I KNOW MORE THAN YOU DO ABOUT THIS. LISTEN TO ME. UGHHHHH, I HATE YOUUUU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.