Thanks so much to everyone who has sent me birthday wishes so far!
Makin’ me feel all warm and fuzzy. 
Child sings, ‘Ain’t no homo gonna make it to heaven’!
This small innocent child is being abused. Of course there are those who will say my use of the word abuse is going too far, but how else do you describe this. What makes this even more chilling is the loud applause. What a good little boy he’s made to think he is.
Hate is a learned behavior. This child is being taught and encouraged to hate people based on their sexual orientation. If unchecked, he’ll grow up to judge and condemn his classmates as he enters adolescence. These are the children, who fully supported by their family and church, torment others to the point of suicide.
Watching this made me sick. I feel as if I should be contacting some child protection agency to get him, and all children away from these people. ~ Kim
[video found at Jesus Needs New PR]
aint no haters gonna make it to heaven.
This is disturbing.
I can’t believe that hate like this exists in the world.
D’awww. :)
My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
Guys…
The artist drew Pluto crying.
(via carrot-fl0wers)
There is more cake in my apartment right now than any human being should eat in their lifetime.
Gigantic birthday cake, half a red velvet cheesecake, and then a big cake my roommate baked for me.
Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake.
kdjflasjkfasf.
The prospect of the GRE and grad school is terrifying me and exciting me at the same time.
I have three really strong letters of recommendation coming my way from people who really know how I work and who are within the field that I am applying into for my program.
I’m taking the GRE in 3 weeks, and now will be devoting at least an hour a night to studying the book and brushing up on my horrible math skills. My aunt has even agreed to give me free tutoring lessons in exchange for letting her kids climb all over me and babysitting them every once in a while.
I kind of want to cry right now, but I think it’s because everything is getting very, very real for me. Next semester I really have to bring it so that I can graduate with a perfect 3.0 (right now it’s on the cusp and driving me insane). I really have to make sure that I get a good GRE score to balance out the fact that I am literally .110 away from a 3.0 GPA. That damn C+ I got in a class I thought I failed brought me down from a 2.9 to a 2.89 >:(
I really want this more than I have ever wanted anything before. I am going to be the first to graduate in my family with a bachelor’s degree. Entering this one year Master’s program would mean (if I pass and work my butt off) that after I walk for undergrad in 2013, that I would be walking again in 2014 WITH A MASTER’S DEGREE before I turn 24 years old.
23 with a Bachelor’s and Master’s….so many doors would open for me.
I need to make this work.
So for some reason I have been fascinated with reading reviews about the University of Phoenix online since last night.
The fact that they need a department dedicated to customer complaints, grievances, and claims to get money back is appalling.
I really hope that some of the people who have been wronged, if they were indeed wronged in the way they described, get some sort of compensation.
there’s this pizza place down the street from me that’s open until 3am every day and 4am on fridays and saturdays and i’m always so tempted to go there for some pizza late at night but i’m broke and chubby so i need to avoid that place like the plague.
I’m pretty sure I know exactly where you’re talking about.
My boyfriend and I went there once at like, 2AM, after following this crazy drunk driver.
There was this drunk man eating Frito’s off the counter (and getting them all over the floor) who bought $50 worth of food, and then another drunk woman who upon hearing a comment about pineapple on a pizza, goes:
“What, you know that’s like that fuckin’ sponge that lives under the sea. What’s his name, BUNG SQUAD?”
I kept trying to egg her on to say more things, that woman was so hilarious! Her boyfriend got a kick out of it too.
