I had a dream about a watery apocalypse, where everyone I knew died (not everyone I know IRL, just everyone I knew in the dream)

The physics were strange, I walked up the side of a tower and watched the ocean crash into it, knocking it down

I’ve spent the last half hour reading about Antarctica on Wikipedia

Can you major in poetry in college? Like, not writing it, just reading and analyzing it

Maybe writing it

I look okay today.

I look okay today.


Brooding, seething, spiteful anger.

whatthethunder-said said: Must we call you Ms. Jackson if we're nasty?

You must call me Ms. Jackson at all times.

On Tuesdays we get nasty.


So do it.

Is that the best y’all got?

nonstopultimate said: What kind of underwear do you usually wear. Are they nasty? What do you wear to bed? Is it nasty?

I usually wear briefs. They’re not nasty, I wash them regularly. :P

I don’t wear anything to bed. The nastiness level varies.

signalbeast said: How nasty? What's the nastiest thing you've ever had to put your hand in? What's the nastiest flavor? What's the best way to get you out of a nasty mood?

As nasty as you want.

The floor drains at work are supposed to get cleaned once a week, but one of them was being neglected for… a while. I’m pretty sure that was a bacteria colony in there. Did you know that poop is 75% bacteria? And do you know what that drain smelled exactly like?

Hershey’s milk chocolate.

Let me take a nap and feed me.

Q: How many male novelists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: He lit a cigarette. His glass of whiskey lit a cigarette too. “I can only truly love my best friend,” he said, “but not in a gay way. Women wouldn’t understand it. They’re too gay.” Both of the cigarettes agreed.