The other day I told my therapist that I think the country is fucked beyond repair, and she had no counterpoint, and THEN all this shit in VA happened so… yeah…
Drink up, y’all. Humanity’s had a good run. Cheers.
OkCupid disabled the feature where you can see who’s viewed your profile.
At first I was pissed, because hey, dude looks at me, I go look at dude (or vice versa), maybe we start a conversation.
But now I have to just, like… TALK to them if I want them to see me?! Fuck that, that’s madness.
HOWEVER. For the dudes who have photos of their fine-ass half-dressed bodies as profile pics, now I can check out their junk and not have to worry about them messaging me all, “Hey, I noticed you checked out my junk.”
So… There’s that. Junk ahoy, y’all!
I don’t talk in therapy as much as my mother just talked to me about Beanie Babies.
I just dropped flaky bits of cinnamon bun into my cleavage, in case you were wondering if I could BE any sexier.
Thoughts from the Dunkin’ Donuts drive-through: If we were honest about what America runs on, Dunkin’ would also fill prescriptions.