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ok anna strong and mary woodhull. also where tf are u guys, i’m starving, feed turn content.
I’ve reached the point in this pandemic where I don’t give a single fuck if my neighbors accidentally see my tits through my window.
(I’m on the 2nd story of the house and I have curtains but I usually have my window open so occasionally a breeze will blow and make the curtains flutter making it possible for someone to get an eyeful IF they happen to pass by and IF I happen to be topless and standing in front of my window)
I look up from my chromebook for one second and I see a girl watching Parks and Rec from the front of the room.
Not even hiding it.
Even when the teacher passed by.
What an absolute power move.
0 fucks given.
Ways to give 0 fucks that cost 0 bucks
1. Phone wallpaper of any thing. Your own picture? A cute selfie? A weird selfie? Your dog? An idol? A flower? A picture of a comic you don't even follow? A picture of a friend? The important thing is the aesthetic of the picture, not the content.
2. Post old pictures. Non related pictures in the same publication. #tbt or not.
3. Someone asks you what are you doing, you say exactly what you are doing. Not "nothing". "I'm doing laundry", "I'm laying on the floor", "I'm looking for a specific vine", "I'm looking for my keys, I'm going out".
4. Take photos of you doing weird shit. No shame. Someday you could show them to your friends if you want. Give little to no explanation. "I was trying on make up and well... I got inspired".
5. When asked "how are you doing" give something to work with. "I'm fine, just tired because I'm been standing up all day, how are you?"
Maybe I need some rehab
Or maybe just need some sleep
I've got a sick obsession
I'm seeing it in my dreams...
I'm addicted, it's a crisis
My friends think I've gone crazy
My judgment's getting kinda hazy
My sleep is gonna be affected
If I keep it up like a lovesick crack head...♡
What you got, boy, is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I'm all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind!
I don't care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so HIGH when you're with me
But CRASH and CRAVE you when you leave...!
--Ke$ha, "Your Love is my DRUG"
Julia: that giant floating battery just threw me across the room and literally killed me.
Julia: I’m gonna touch it again.
The Burden of Responsibility
I'm currently sitting my car taking the air in the parking lot of my job. It's 11:56. When I scheduled my dental appointment, I had every intention of going to work but, right now in this moment, I feel like sending a text to my boss, telling a wee lie, picking up my daughter and trucking it home.
But I can't.
People are depending on me.
And I'm 99.9% sure that I'm going to get out of this car. I'm a responsible person so I have to show up. Right?
What in an individual's personality drives them to make responsible decisions often at the expense of her happiness?
I know I need a day off. I know I'm tired. I know of others that would be lying in their bed right now instead of typing their way towards the entrance. I know I will not be as productive as I would be tomorrow because I DO NOT WANT TO BE HERE.
I also am aware that my team expects me. My intern is probably workless and twirling around in her chair (literally). At least one fucked up decision has been made because I'm not in the building (sounds cocky but I know my folks and yeah).
In my personal experience, men (at least the ones I work with) don't have this crisis of conscience. They give 0 fucks if it means they're happy. I want to give 0 fucks. I aspire to not bestow a single fuck when turning my leave slip in.
Note to Self: Find a mentor to teach me this Jedi mind trick.
Shit!
Alright, I'm done complaining. I just needed to work through this so I can pack up my stuff and go inside.
I hope you all are having an awesome day. I striving for one too.