Heatchcliff, most definitely. I think it’s because there was a kid in my grade school class that was obsessed with Garfield. He had every single book and he clipped every strip from the paper. Then when the books didn’t come out fast enough for him, he took all the newspaper clippings and used a church copy machine to make his own books. He also had a rating system for each comic. I can’t remember what it was based on but I’m sure it was something like instead of stars it was pans of lasagna. Then he also had some sort of formula where he figured how humorous the cartoon was based on whether it contained, Odie, John, or Nermal.
Arielle, I want to know something. Can I still call myself a virgin? I've never consensually had sex, but I've been raped. I was saving myself for marriage and still haven't had sex otherwise. Since it wasn't my choice can I still wearing my abstinence ring proudly, or would I just be lying to myself?
The entire idea of virginity is skewed. I think you should be able to call yourself whatever you want. Whatever makes you feel better. <3
A bill that would extend employment, housing, and public accommodations protections to transgender people in Maryland passed the State House of Delegates today in a vote of 82-57, with two delegates not voting. The bill now heads to the desk of Democratic Gov. Martin O’Malley, who has promised to sign it into law.
The bill will outlaw discrimination on the basis of gender identity in housing, education, and public accommodation.
Apparently I’ve developed an accent although, from interactions this afternoon, I don’t know where it’s from. I think it’s a tad British because I’ve been immersing myself in British dramas on Netflix lately and for the past few months. I was on my way to purchase bratwursts for my supper this evening and decided to stop at Wendy’s to redeem a coupon for a free Frostee. I went inside and the girl took my order and asked, “Where are you from?” I replied, “Why?” She said, “You have an accent. Are you from Poland?” Another girl said, “No, he sounds like he’s from France. Do you speak French?” I know a few phrases so I said, “May I use your telephone,” with my best French accent. A third girl chimed in and said, “That sounds German. I think he’s from Germany.” So in my best German I said, “Seid aber untereinander freundlich, herzlich und vergebet einer dem andern, gleichwie Gott euch auch vergeben hat in Christo. Wir müssen die Existenz unseres Volkes und eine Zukunft für weiße Kinder sichern.” (Shut up. The last two German books I read were Luther’s translation of the Bible and Mein Kampf.) The first girl said, “That sounds Russian.” I then broke out my recitation of the Soviet anthem. Finally the girls asked where I was from. I said, “Ladies, I assure you that I am from the state of Wisconsin but I can transport you to a state of pure bliss if you would accompany me this evening to my home to dine on some bratwursts I have purchased.” They all looked at each other and one mustered, “Huh…what?” I think I’ll be sticking with my British dramas.
I want so badly to reblog this post with the caption:
"Top 10 haircuts of 1912"
or something like that
but then I would look like a douche to the art lover who runs the blog, the person who would have no reason to realize that I have been a fan of expressionism since I was a kid. I’d be like, “but dude, Otto Dix had stupid hair, he just DID” and this would not help my newfound image as a douche who should be banned from art blogs.
It’s hilarious that non-Americans on Tumblr are all like “OMG DENNY’S TUMBLR MAKES ME WISH I LIVED IN AMERICA SO I COULD EAT THERE,” while us Americans will literally only eat at Dennys if it’s 3 in the morning and we’ve lost control of our life.
o pancaks u golden brown discs of brakfast joy u are the turntable taste party stomach soiree 2 start my day right u give me pancak power 2 survive the week monday thru sunday pancaks make fun days and it’s always fun to say: