i got to bartend last night. it was great. but dammit. i am beat on sundays. and of course it’s gorgeous outside.

but that’s okay.

sarah and i have a standing date on sundays. we go to the french restaurant and eat the incredible $5 bar menu (that includes things like mussels, pate, rabbit sausage, escargot, and frites served with the best mayonnaise you’ve ever had) and she drinks wine and i drink whiskey and we tell stories and complain about work and boys and stuff. so that’s something to look forward to.

>_O

welp.

dratori:

thegeekagenda:

she didn’t say ‘because i am the best woman there was!’ 

she doesn’t claim to be ‘not like other women’

she doesn’t villify other women and suggest that she’s an exception

she calls dat shit out

yeah

Yeah in fact the first time I saw the movie I was surprised because I thought that she was going to say “because I’m the best woman” or something like that

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that awkward moment when the thing comes to visit you at work and you text after that and then you ask the thing out for a drink and the thing doesn’t respond and then you run into the thing at the bar because you got cut early and you’re trying not to be awkward and it isn’t awkward, but the thing still doesn’t respond, so i guess that’s a no? it was an interaction that gave me stress dreams. 

oh. 

i didn’t get sad about being single and awesome until just a moment ago when i looked outside and i thought about the state of things and felt really, really alone. 

caughtinthegrey:

insanity-of-dezmon:

ramsexalicious:

mrscriss2012:

This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present: “Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora, and soldiers, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.

not a single child made a negative comment
not a single child made a negative comment
not a single child made a negative comment

there is hope for the future…

If you think about it, it’s more acceptable for little girls to wear “boy” costumes and play with boy toys and it’s called being a tom boy, I used to be one, but as soon as a little boy starts playing with girl toys and girl outfits then it’s wrong? The fuck is up with that?

caughtinthegrey:

insanity-of-dezmon:

ramsexalicious:

mrscriss2012:

This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.

We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”

"Why did you make him wear a dress?"

"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"

"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."

"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."

The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora, and soldiers, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.

When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.

Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.

not a single child made a negative comment

not a single child made a negative comment

not a single child made a negative comment

there is hope for the future…

If you think about it, it’s more acceptable for little girls to wear “boy” costumes and play with boy toys and it’s called being a tom boy, I used to be one, but as soon as a little boy starts playing with girl toys and girl outfits then it’s wrong? The fuck is up with that?

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well. now there’s a question. there was a night. and it was fun. (a strange morning, albeit.) but everything ended just fine. and his band is playing tonight? and so like. do i go? because. i wouldn’t mind going. but i also don’t want to be That Girl. it’s not like it’s going to go anywhere because if you start with a hook up it doesn’t go anywhere so like why would i worry but like what if he thinks i’m weird god dammit i can’t wait to have an old fashioned after work. 

i immediately judge food blogs based on their taco recipes. 

princesscelexa:

we’ll never have paris

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"Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you.


Read it over.

Again.

Let those words resonate in your mind."

Nayyirah Waheed (via awakenedvibrations)

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