I think motivation is anxiety’s douchebaggy, unduly positive, overachieving sibling.
Explains. So. Much.
New Elf Princess Gets a Harley. Long time comin’.
Fancy Elise by Elise, for Meghan
Is it exhibitionist that I use social media almost exclusively to publicly communicate with people I know? Perhaps.
In other news, I like your style, Elise.
I think motivation is anxiety’s douchebaggy, unduly positive, overachieving sibling.
Explains. So. Much.
May we, The Slutty Feminists, please refer to our birth control pills as Whore Pills around conservatives?
I can’t wait. Baiting is a thrill!
An excellent idea, but I think I’ll go with Slut Lozenge. It just has such a gleefully sleazy ring to it.
I’m becoming one of those people who can’t keep their mouth shut about things that get people all riled up.
So far this week I:
-Explained to a friend that pretty much all the chocolate he’s ever eaten and likely will ever eat was produced by child slavery. “Oh, right, it should be Fair Trade, ” he said. No, I said. Child slavery runs rampant on Fair Trade cacao plantations as well. He put his hands over his ears slowly before urging me to continue.
-Friended a stranger on Facebook because she was inviting people to help convince the unenlightened on her friends list that the birth control mandate was not actually as infringement on the religious freedom of the insanely rich and powerful, federal-subsidy-recipient known as the Catholic Church.
-Responded to a girl I haven’t spoken to since I was seven to suggest she read the China Study and/or watch Forks Over Knives before engaging in the protein-a-palooza that is the O Bloodtype Diet.
My week starts on Saturday, so I’m way ahead on my killjoy schedule.
Sh*t Slavoj Žižek Says of the Day: Slavoj Žižek has a hate-hate relationship with tulips.
Transcript:
My relationship towards tulips is inherently Lynchian. I think they are disgusting. Just imagine. Aren’t these some kind of, how do you call it, vagina dentata, dental vaginas threatening to swallow you? I think that flowers are something inherently disgusting. I mean, are people aware what a horrible thing these flowers are? I mean, basically it’s an open invitation to all insects and bees, “Come and screw me,” you know? I think that flowers should be forbidden to children.
[d|m.]
OMFG THIS IS THE BEST
i can die happy now.
(via runcible)
I read them out of order.
It’s not something I set out to do. It’s just… the cover of The Grey King really struck me and I had to read it. And then I read the rest. Many times.
This was when I was in the fifth grade. (or maybe it was fourth grade?) Sometime in the early/mid-90s. (not lying when I say I’m probably older than you)
All I know is… I stole The Grey King. I didn’t mean to. I just forgot to bring it back to school when I was done. Just couldn’t part with it. I’m sorry.
I have cobbled together an incomplete collection of this series. If I was temporarily in possession of the missing books, I would likely do the same.
Incidentally, the last time I read the series I was about twenty five, and I’ll tell you what: It stands the test of time.
I’ve always loved the Charles Bukowski quote which goes “There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you.” I’ve also always had a liking for antique birdcages, so i decided to, well, let the bluebird go.
done by ivana, outer limits tattoo, ca.
The tattoos cool, but I got excited that it was Phoebe Cates circa “Drop Dead Fred”. It even looks like the bedroom.
If I ever dress like a bank teller for a girls’ night out, I’m going to give up going out.
Actually, if I ever do something I refer to as “girls’ night out,” I’m going to give up going out.