Top two accomplishments of the night:
1. Made onion naan from scratch and it is SO GOOD.
2. Coco Dolenz accepted my friend request on FB.
So apparently I’m the girl who’s good enough to text when your girlfriend isn’t home and you’re taking a shower and horny and want pictures of me when I am taking a bath…but I’m not good enough to be the girl that someone’s actually dating. Not that I much want to be at this point, seeing as how I’m pretty convinced that, to varying degrees, all men are scummy assholes…
Ya know…I’m of the mind that one absolutely does not have to like or approve of something that someone else posts on here. That’s completely fine and dandy.
What’s not completely fine and dandy, however, is reblogging a particular post and:
a) Removing a link from it and making a big deal out of said link being OMG SO OFFENSIVE;
b) Lecturing the original poster about the wrongness of posting something so terrible in the first place, when the OP shared it merely for laughs/cringeworthy-value, and was not telling people that they had to go and read said link;
c) Ending with a completely unnecessary Bible verse, as if proselytizing is going to somehow even remotely help your cause. GUESS WHAT? NOT SO MUCH.
Ugghhh…sorry for the ranting, folks. I’m just flipping annoyed as heck at the moment…
Just finished watching Jeopardy…the Final Jeopardy category was “Famous Europeans,” and the clue was “After moving to Argentina in 1949, this industrialist was named a righteous Gentile by Yad Vashem.” And one of the contestants wrote “Himmler” as her answer.
Which is, y’know…QUITE POSSIBLY THE MOST INSANE THING EVER. IN THE HISTORY OF EVERYTHING.
(The correct answer was “Oskar Schindler,” by the way.)
The longer I am on this site, the more I am convinced that its name should be changed from Tumblr to “Asshole Nation.”
I wish people could understand the real catch-22 situation that psychojello and NP find ourselves in on many occasions. We literally let so much drama and nastiness roll off of our backs 99% of the time, and do our best to keep it off of our Tumblrs and be the bigger people, even when we’re the ones attacked. So, naturally, it seems like people think we don’t get much grief, when in reality, we just refrain from making it public. Unfortunately, then, in the one or two instances where it DOES become public, it makes us look like we’re making a huge deal out of something small…when, in reality, it’s the culmination of multiple small things that have built up into something big.
Simply put, we both end up being made to feel uncomfortable just for defending ourselves, and this should not happen. Know that, if you are seeing some form of frustration or a post addressing drama from one of us, it is more likely than not the tip of an iceberg that we have been trying very hard to keep submerged. That’s all, folks…
So, I’m here at my parents’ house, getting ready to make mom a full multiple-course meal for Mother’s Day tomorrow. I also managed to unearth something that I never thought I would find again:
A story about a threesome between a member of the Backstreet Boys (Kevin), a member of N*SYNC (Joey), and a female character, that I wrote when I was 16 years old. And that I turned in as an assignment for my 10th grade English class.
Let me repeat that: I turned in a detailed and explicit smut story as an assignment in high school.
Someone recently suggested to me that I write an article about the story surrounding the story…which is that at the time, I was the resident smut writer in my little group of online friends/fellow boy band fans, and it was something I’d gotten praised for there and that I was good at, so I figured that I would turn it in for class (while being completely oblivious to the concepts of context and appropriateness, of course).
My teacher wasn’t thrilled, to be sure, but my classmates were all a-twitter, and encouraged me to read parts of the story aloud in the hallway. Thinking that this meant they liked me and wanted to be my friend, I eagerly complied. But I was merely the afternoon’s “entertainment,” and as a result, I was promptly suspended from school for a few days.
Rereading the story now, the only thought I have is how horrified I am by the writing, and how painfully obvious it is that it was written by someone who had never had even the tiniest bit of sex. Hahaha. I mean…eesh. I’m ashamed that I turned it in as an English assignment not because of the sex, but because it’s just SO badly in need of a rewrite.
Oh, well. Writing the article about it should be interesting, though. We’ll have to see how that turns out…
One of the lousiest parts to all this is that I will still have to see DG once a month at the Aspie meetings. (My own stupid fault for getting involved with someone there.) This month’s meeting is next week, but I don’t think I can bear to see him right now. We also sit next to each other at the meetings, and it would be too hard to see him there, still feeling as I feel. I may just contact the main facilitator and tell her that I can’t make it to the meeting this month…
