Isn’t it kind of disturbing when people use the term “sick” to describe something they’re disgusted by? Like “this man is sick and I hope he rots in jail.” Nah, that’s not what you hope for sick people. Use a different metaphor for your hateful thoughts.
Do you ever just want a plain slice of chocolate cake but everything is called “DECADENT CHOCOLATE CATASTROPHE” and “TRIPLE LAYER FUDGE HORROR” and stuff and it’s just like come on I want a slice of cake not an emergency.
What Do Girls' Names Say About Their Personalities?
Emily — You are a devoted friend. You often prioritize the happiness of others above your own. Try to set some time aside for yourself!
Anita — You are the queen of esoteric talents! You can juggle, moonwalk, walk fast, spit into anyone’s mouth, slap your dad awake when he’s sleeping, and rob stores then burn the money.
Hannah — You’re a bleeding heart. Literally! Gross. Get a body, Hannah!
Rebecca — Family means everything to you. Anyone’s family. You like to go into their houses and tie them up and gag them, then act out all the Simpsons couch gags with your new living puppets.
Rhonda — That’s a stupid name. Are you a mom? That’s a mom name.
Yasmin — You know how to party! By knocking everyone out with codeine and drawing nude Dr. Seuss characters all over them. Is that a Grinch dick? That’s a Grinch dick!
Gina — Gina, you are so boring it’s criminal! Get a personality, Gina!
Charlotte — You’re super feisty and nothing can stand in the way of your goals. If your goal is to pick up a quarter off the sidewalk and someone gets to it first, they’ll get a sea urchin up the ass courtesy of Charlotte (that’s you!).
Marissa — It’s your destiny to find the other half of the amulet and follow the path it reveals. Get on that, Marissa! You go girl!
Kristin or Kristen — You are a real planner; an organization freak! You planned the Kennedy assassination.
Current Mood: after adjusting for billions of years to the rapid expansion of the sun, humanity has moved to a not-too-distant solar system in preparation for their star’s inevitable collapse. One night, countless generations after the move, the migrated gather under the night sky and watch reverently as the star that gave birth to humanity dies. They feel orphaned, in a way, even though the last humans to live on earth died millennia ago. I gotta pee.
"DO YOU COME HERE OFTEN" I splutter, using what precious little air I manage to suck from the underside of the lake’s frozen surface. "WHY DON’T WE ALL SAY OUR NAMES AND OUR MAJORS AND SOMETHING WE’RE GOOD AT."