Bah fucking Humbug. I have a whole new appreciation for the Grinch, and I don’t expect my heart to grow any sizes.
Red Lipstick Every Day pt 2…staring down 40.
The last days of my 30’s are upon me. I had 364 days to take opportunities to make myself more fabulous. Did I take full advantage and really make big sweeping changes? Hell no. Did I do anything to improve my lifestyle and my self-perception? Maybe a little bit.
to be continued (9 days to go)
Scumbag ovarian cancer.
Thanks for having nearly all the same symptoms as endometriosis. Not stressful waiting to find out or anything.
I’m in Texas, where tomorrow our dipshit of a governor (who has long overstayed his ill-gotten welcome) will attempt once again to push through an anti-abortion bill which will close 37 of the 42 legal facilities in the state.
Conservative assholes will forcibly ‘choose life’ and ‘protect’ a fetus up until its first gasp of air, and then immediately turn its life into the fucking hunger games by denying it and its family food, education and healthcare at every turn while saying they are upholding christian values. Quit claiming to be a christian while systematically denying aid and assistance to those less fortunate. You suck.
Nothing says Easter like stuffed artichokes, Dark Side of Oz, and substance abuse.