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thedailywhat:

Mom Of The Year Award of the Day: Jimmy Kimmel presents the finalists for Mom of the Year, ultimately crowning a winner in a move we all saw coming.

[jimmykimmel]

Mini-rant: First of all, Alicia Silverstone doesn’t deserve to be on this list of child endangering women for simply having a unconventional (albeit kinda gross) method of feeding her child. Secondly, idk the story with this lady but stripper =/= hooker. And even if she was, I know for a fact that it’s completely possible for a woman to work in the sex industry and be a good parent. 

Anyway, my point is Alicia Silverstone and the crazy hot dog lady don’t belong in the same category as the others. And that crazy tanning lady needs medical attention.

Mini-Story Time: Ugh, I am so ready for it to warm up over here. It got up to the 70’s last week, but now it’s back down to the 40s. I have a really cute pair of American Flag shorts that I brought that I absolutely cannot wait to werk all over Europe, but it’s so cold still. It sucks. I hate wearing socks. I hate having to wear a coat. Fuck that. It’s April. It should be 80 degrees already. Ugh.

Basically, I can’t wait til it’s summer so I can replicate this picture with my own face because I mean damn.

(Source: ianeckelman)

Came to sort of an epiphany today.

richbaxter:

I realized I don’t need other people to do other things. Just because someone else can’t go to something that was planned doesn’t mean that I can’t go. Tonight, I stepped outside of my comfort zone and went to an event alone. I had a good time…with myself. I bought a book and read until the book signing that I was there for began. It was great.

The thing is…I like sharing things with people and that’s why I am so dependent on someone coming with me to everything no matter what the place is. But I realized it’s okay to go on your own. Just because someone can’t accompany me that doesn’t mean I cannot do something that I want to do. No one is judging me and frankly…no one cares. They’re concerned about themselves. Glad to have gotten out of my head and try something I don’t do ever tonight.

Tangent Time: Honestly one of the best things you can ever do for yourself in the long run is to teach yourself how to employ and enjoy your own company. Think of all the things you’ve missed out on — movies you never got to see in a theater, restaurants you still haven’t tried that you’ve wanted to try for months, exhibitions you missed, concerts you skipped — simply because you couldn’t find a friend to go with you. Yeah it’s great to go do those things and create memories with other people, and it’s a lot easier to face lots of people with another person, but there’s no reason to deprive yourself of things that mean a lot to you just because they don’t mean as much to someone else. I have no idea where my life would be if I never taught myself how to do things on my own. I would almost definitely still be in Texas, that’s for sure. When you skip out on things that are exciting to you because they don’t seem important to someone else, you are essentially devaluing your own happiness.

I can honestly say that there have been exactly zero times that I as an adult have been out at a restaurant or movie cinema and saw a person alone and thought, “Wow what a loser.” And I’m sure it’s the same for most sane adults. It’s an irrational fear that we have when we’re out alone that somehow by not having another person next to us, all of our flaws and faults are suddenly exposed and magnified. So you skip that movie, or play, or concert, or once-in-a-lifetime experience. It’s a bullshit thought process that locks many of us in a cycle of regret. It sucks, but it’s incredibly refreshing once you break it.

xhance:

Earlier I saw an offensive church sign about firefighters.

It brought to mind a situation that Nedra and I were in when we were both 18. My ex-boyfriend had gone to his first slam poetry competition (through the gay organization on UT’s campus) and met a character. Rob and I were going to meet Nedra for dinner after he was done at the event.

He calls me to let me know that he’s on the knoll between Jester and San Jacinto (dorms) and he was crying. I got dressed and rushed out the door towards the knoll to find him, my boyfriend, falling on a lamppost as he continuously attempted to stand up. As I approached him he started yelling at me.

This is where things go from normal to “holy fucking shit.”

Turns out the character he met at the competition had a bottle of tequila with him; they drank the entire bottle together over the course of an hour. He was drunkenly stumbling around in, arguably, one of the more public parts of campus. I called Nedra immediately and told her that she should get downstairs ASAP.

Somebody saw him and called 911 before I arrived. When I was trying to get him to wrap an arm around my shoulder a cop and ambulance arrive. The EMS start talking to him and questioning him on the ground while the cop pulls me aside; I told the cop that he had just started taking a new medication and that he must not have ate anything with it.

People were starting to crowd around to see what was going on. Nedra enters the scene from her dorm and- WHAM!- immediately starts doing damage control with the cop- she didn’t miss a single fucking beat on picking the story up. Circus music started playing in my head because a fucking fire truck pulls up while this is happening.

Here we are: a white gay kid, a flaming/drunken latino, and a black girl. Lying to the police while EMS/Fire is trying to ensure that he hadn’t overdosed on his “medicine.” Every time I walked away from the cop he started a new line of questioning and Nedra or I were deflecting every assumption.

He refuses transfer to the hospital and everything starts winding down until the EMS woman says to him, “Be sure to lay off the tequila, son.” I pick him up and the cop starts saying things like “Minor in consumption? I’m not done here, yet! Come back here!” Nedra and I carried him up the knoll and I kept turning around to yell “We need to get food in him and put him to bed! He’ll be okay in the morning.”

How did we get away with that? No bills, no charges, nobody in trouble.

Oh, 18-year-old us, what were you thinking?

Should have let the cop take him away.

Omg lol I completely forgot about this. Double story time tonight! 

(Source: metacosmic)

allixsenos:

Accurate.

Lol stop.

Story Time: The first guy reminds me of this dude I met on MySpace (I know right?). He was cute and artsy and in his messages he seemed really smart and interesting, and then when we were on the phone before our first date he mentioned that he’s a fan of Hitler’s artwork and his phone gets hot because the government taps his phone. I ignored that because I was already on my way to the restaurant by that time and he was cute. During the date, he was super jittery, couldn’t sit still at ALL, and was talking at a hundred miles per hour. I was hoping he was on cocaine, but unfortunately he was just fucking nuts. Cut to him saying that AIDS comes from vaccinations and me faking a roommate emergency to get the fuck out of there at lightning speed.

And regarding the comic, the second guy is just being honest about his intentions. If the first guy sent something like that, the girl might’ve been DTF as well. Sometimes a girl just wants some dick. Sure he can’t spell, but you’re looking for a smash and run, not someone to write your thesis I mean lbr.

(Source: tendoso)