Let me just put this out there for people who don't have cats: Cats are bullshit. Cats are supposed to be otherworldly and mysterious and aloof and have those judgmental stares that says, "I know what you do when no one else is around, you freak" or "I know the secrets of life and you are failing" (okay, so those stares are pretty common). They are ( Read more... )

I used to be all excited because I was like, "yay! The toilet's for left-handed people!" And then I realized that, no, flushing the toilet with your left hand still goes with that old (and still prevalent in some places, like the Middle East) concept of the left hand being dirty, so dealing with shit and pee and wiping your ass should only be done ( Read more... )

So, our cat Skipper is this big grey-and-white guy that's normally very good, but he's afraid of both men and loud noises. So, of course, he was hiding under my mom's bed this morning when the plumbers came over to mess around with the sink. And Mom's room stank, so she asked me to get Skipper out from under the bed in case he had pissed or shit.

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So, I've been making pamphlets on rape culture for my Women's Studies class, and right now I'm procrastinating and reading a mild BDSM fic, and I've got this weird notion in my head. A dom is supposed to, above all, take care of their sub, mentally and physically, sometimes even to the point of curbing destructive habits and creating a structure ( Read more... )

I need to stop writing essays. Particularly when I'm trying to work on fan fiction for kink memes. So, enjoy an essay about the connotations of bad word choice in conjunction with feminism and rape fantasies?

( Sometimes people make me want to be a serial killer. )

Yesterday, as we were driving to Taco Bell, I had a cat-hair beard and my best friend molested my neck with a napkin trying to wipe it off. We were at a red light, and laughing so hard that I didn't think I would be able to drive if the light turned green. Fuck yeah summer ( Read more... )

So, I'm sitting here writing out my Spanish homework (auuuugh alternate languages) on a nearly-empty box of Frosted Mini Wheats propped up on my leg, because I'm lazy and my desk isn't clear and I need a flat surface. (Nevermind that my laptop is a flat surface, I couldn't possibly close it and just do homework without having the screen open.) And ( Read more... )