Dear Game of War:
Congratulations! You have my undivided attention! Do you have any idea how difficult it is to make me hate the sight of Kate Upton? It’s like you’re practicing some weird, psychological alchemy, where you transmute my love of tits into a barely-suppressed urge to throw my iPad across the room.… Read the rest “Go away now.”
Given my current condition, this looks even more fun than usual. I just want to slap someone until she sucks out the stone.
[TRIGGER WARNING: Don’t look now, but methinks Satan is already behind thee.]
“Oh, stop those stupid tears, Jeanette! Don’t you realize how fuckin’ lucky you are?
“So I fucked you. So what? You should thank me! That’s right, thank me!… Read the rest “Moving In”
No, it doesn’t get better.
Not for you.
Except me. I’m special.
Okay, this new Mythbusters format is growing on me…
That’s it. Spread your disease.
Can you spell “internalized misogyny”?
No?
I feel like I should have seen that coming.
Even awkward girls can dance with the right motivation.
