I now have my entire office obsessively analyzing what animal embodies them best. I am a raccoon, clearly. Big eyes. Bushy tail. Bites when rabid. Kind of a hot mess in that they dig through trash cans.
whatshouldwecallme: i am about to start replying to everything with this, just as an FYI.
When I hear someone say happy hour
That’s probably because I’m Jewish. In our religion, we don’t consider a fetus...– Congresswoman Debbie Wasserman Schultz explains her bafflement over the birth control debate at the Gridiron Dinner. (via washingtonpoststyle) Ha! (via amwee)
AAAAND I just got a call through my Psychology Today listing from a guy looking for “sex therapy” aka to ask if I liked men and to pant in my ear from a restricted number. WHAT IS WITH TODAY?? I don’t think this can possibly be blamed on Mercury being in retrograde. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
TWO episodes of street harassment today just between Penn Station and my office which is about five blocks. Normally I see an increase of this when I’m wearing pink or my hair is curly. Neither is true today. What. the. fucking. fuck. WHY IS THIS OKAY? #1: Guy: *holds door open for me* Me: Thanks. Guy: So what’s your name?? You are so beautiful. Me: *keeps walking* Guy:...