seriously – Page 2 – Kirkwall Was Totally Built On a Hellmouth

My current feelings about my insurance company’s new choices re: what test strips (and thus which meters) it will cover:

Hey, ear, it would great if you wouldn’t start off 2015 with an infection. Ow.

aro-ace-wonderwoman:

glowcloud:

*frolicks and plays in these tears like a child playing in a sprinkler*

‘Can’t a strong woman be straight?’ Yeah go watch LITERALLY ALMOST ANY OTHER SHOW! Goddamn we need strong queer women a lot more than you need strong straight women

finharel:

I am going to find whoever decided fetch quests were necessary for getting your specialization

and I am going to make them bring me twenty actual goddamn bear asses.

borrowedcarbon:

your periodic reminder, courtesy of me, that celiac disease is a thing and some of us have it and when you make fun of “those rich white hipsters with their gluten-free food” you are actually making it difficult for people with an autoimmune/chronic illness to live.

andpiefordessert:

1000% over men needing to clarify that “real men” don’t enact violence against women. then who are these men shooting and killing us?? aliens?? why is your priority protecting masculinity?

Have decided that the cat-I-plan-to-acquire-whenever-the-feasibility-of-acquiring-a-cat-materializes is more than likely going to end up named Mogget. Possibly even if it ends up not being a white cat.

Which means the dog I want to have along with the cat is most likely going to end up named Kibbeth. Or DD. Or something along those lines. Even if said dog is likely to be be much more portably sized than the original Disreputable Dog.

If you say to go to your website to apply for a position it’s a REALLY GOOD IDEA TO ACTUALLY BOTHER TO POST SAID POSITION ON YOUR OWN WEBSITE. How can people apply for it otherwise?

Also, you know you are tired of filling in little boxes that say “nope you typed in too much, NOW FIX IT” when you start singing “I hate you, please go die” to the tune of the Barney song.

Dear body,

I would appreciate it if you would stop with this recent bout of letting me misjudge where things are in relationship to my arms and where my arms are in relationship to things. I seriously don’t know how I don’t have more bruises from this nonsense.

No love,