There is a teen sports tournament going on at my place of employment. And while that’s all well and good, I’m not working it, it’s not my problem. I am buried deep beneath 22 years of archival footage. Half of which wasn’t cataloged properly. And even that’s not my problem right now.

WHAT IS MY PROBLEM?

The 300 pre-teens clogging my coffee line ordering fraps and ice waters. I am caffeine deprived and holding on by a thin thread.

Does not apply to the theatre

Okay i’m going to say this once.

The Saying: “if you can’t tie a knot, tie a lot”

DOES NOT APPLY TO THEATER DRAPE
DO NOT MAKE A ROW OF TINY KNOTS TO THE TRUSS CAUSE YOU NEVER LEARNED TO TIE YOUR SHOES!

I should not be spending 15 precious minutes of load out trying to untie (before eventually giving up and cutting it off) tie line.

I want hot, sloppy, rough and sweaty sex. I don’t want to blog about it, I want to actually fuck someone’s brain out!! I use this to vent out my frustration

Es un asco cuando la gente dice que es tu amig@ y se aprovechan de eso para no hacer nada.

Odio que en la universidad todo sea en grupo. Me dan ganas de hacerme sola porque igual termino haciendo todo el jodido trabajo.

-Escritora anónima.

red sus

Como esperas gustarle si no te dejas ver?

-Pensamientos de mi, para mí.

Allie Smith

“I always knew that this is going to happen since those are one of the things, she often tells me. Rebelling against her religious mother is one of her favorite activities and one of them includes her random hook-ups with strangers without her mother’s knowledge. Married, cheaters, criminals, and maniacs. For every guy that fascinates her‒makes her want to fuck them immediately. And she doesn’t do this for the pleasure her body gets, rather it’s all for validation to prove her self-worth and acceptance.”

-Red Hair Woman by Michael Garmash

PS: I don’t own the pic.

Hello my darling Fang Babes! I FRICKIN’ MISS Y'ALL!

There is just something so frustrating about trying to wiggle out of a writer’s block. Right now I’m still in a funk! See, I WANT to write, but my brain does a dumb and suddenly I’m staring at a word doc for 2 hours. Like in Spongebob! Just staring at “The……” at the top of my doc…. Gah! C'MON BRAIN! WORK FOR MAMA! MOVE THE DUMB HANDS AND DO THE WRITE!

Ready for no nut November?