on the one hand this is a joke post because lol i have never made a good post in my life, but also, if i hadn’t made the connection
between this update and my sudden nosedive in activity, i would have been really fucking discouraged about all the shit i’ve been working on lately. i guarantee there are people on tumblr right now who haven’t made that connection, and who are trying to figure out why suddenly no one likes anything they’ve made. and that fucking sucks.
Reminder to go into your settings and turn off ‘Best Stuff First’ because my activity’s tanked a couple days ago for no reason so this stuff IS happening.
You WILL miss content with that setting on.
i ain’t joking when i say that my activity looks JUST like this too and i wasn’t sure why
Danica Roem refusing to shit talk Bob Marshall, the self-proclaimed Chief Homophobe bathroom bill author incumbent she defeated, by saying “I don’t do that to constituents” is simultaneously impressively gracious and the sickest fucking burn I’ve seen in a while.
“I don’t attack my constituents. Bob is my constituent now.”
I hope her remark is prominently displayed in history books for the next hundred years.
Both Hezbollah, the Iran-backed militant group, and now, somewhat surprisingly, Hariri’s own Saudi-backed Future Party have alleged that the prime minister is not being allowed to return to Lebanon.
Hariri — a dual Lebanese-Saudi citizen — resigned on Saturday during a trip to Saudi Arabia. Hariri is part of a joint government that includes Hezbollah, and he used his resignation speech to criticise that group and Iran.
that’s today, three days ago there was this story:
Saudi Arabia has barred Yemen’s president, along with his sons, ministers and military officials, from returning home for months, Yemeni officials told The Associated Press.
So… Saudi Arabia has the prime minister of Lebanon and the president of Yemen, and they’re not giving them back? The fuck?
Tonight: Low on convenient food and energy level “I’ll just try turning these leftover fries into Frankenpoutine, with some insta-gravy mixed up in a coffee cup and whatever cheese I can find in the fridge!”
(May manage to do better in a while, but hey. It’s kinda edible, and well past due.)
Adulthood is hearing kids yelling outside and going out there and yelling at them for trying to throw some other kid’s wallet on the roof, and hoping the middle school is still open.
Update: School is open, found stickers in backseat. Hope Jessica likes goldfish.
Final Update: Not only was school still open, Jessica and her parents were there looking for the wallet. They thought she had lost it, she wasn’t sure and was close to a meltdown becuase she couldn’t find it in any logical place. Had a talk with the principal about bullying and helped ID the kids out of a yearbook. Even if the administration doesn’t do anything, at least her parents believe her now.
So for me that was a two-minute conversation with some kids, and a ten-minute detour on the way home. For her, that was stopping a massive panic attack, validation in front of her authority figures, and hopefully some action to prevent future bullying.
If you think you see something, step in. If you find something that’s lost, return it. Even if it’nothing, it’s better than letting someone get hurt.
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