Fix me in 45
R.I.P. MSN, the only messenger that allowed me to send a giant unavoidable popup of a pig shaking his ass to funky techno music to my conversational partner if they were ignoring me
"This is an ancient melody passed down by the Royal Family. I have played this song for Princess Zelda as a lullaby ever since she was a baby… There is mysterious power in these notes."
The list of people in Ottawa I have a crush on just keeps growing and getting out of hand like are you serious? I can’t handle this. Every time I start a sentence with “D’Arcy there’s this girl at work” he just sort of smiles and rolls his eyes and goes “yes dear” and reminds me again that I’m the only thing standing between us and poly.
"hairless cats are disgusting!"
"hairy women are disgusting!"
This pressure on bi women that, as soon as they come out to someone, they must provide a detailed dating history with the exact same number of women and men or otherwise they’re “not really bi” and “picked a side” must stop immediately.