Daisy Buchanan: first-class status, world class bitch.
the longer you look the funnier it is
Dobby doesn’t have to take anybody’s shit anymore. Dobby is a free elf
I remember posting somewhere once in a thread about why girls aren’t exploited in animation anymore where some guy said, “all the disney girls are drawn to be generally attractive, but I don’t think there are any eye-candy men… or are there? Are there any Disney men that lots of girls like?” and I mentioned Roger. Tons of girls replied agreeing with me and the original guy was like “wait, Roger? from 101 Dalmatians? What’s attractive about him, he’s tall and lanky and has a big nose, he isn’t muscley at all! Wouldn’t you all prefer Gaston or something? Or do you girls think his big nose is indicative of something else?” and I was like “no, you idiot, he’s a silly, goofy guy who likes animals and can play a bunch of instruments, that’s why he’s attractive. What’s the matter with you? Gaston, seriously?”
This is why we need more girls in animation. And more guys like Roger apparently.
People Magazine’s review on ‘The Great Gatsby’
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Will you still love me when I got nothing but my achin’ soul?
gonna hand this out to everyone who has ever made me cry by making fun of the way i pronounce certain things
I was at tennis practice (I coach at the high school where I teach) and suddenly I felt like I had to go to the bathroom. I told the other coach I would be back, and then I went to eliminate my bodily waste and suddenly I was all “I think I’m dying.”
Now, I have a history of cysts on my ovaries, and they often burst and it is horrible and there is so much paaaaaain. This felt like that times, about, nine million. I went back to the courts and told the coach I had to go home because I was sick.
As I was driving home I started shaking a lot, and I was excessively sweating. I started crying and let me tell you I have a HIGH, HIGH, HIIIIIIIIIGH pain tolerance. Honestly, ask anyone who knows me. But I started crying and then my body just began to feel like it was shutting down. I was dizzy, nauseous sweating, crying, and suddenly I was screaming. I couldn’t even control it; my body was literally screaming without my consent. Suddenly the screaming turned into hyperventilating and all while I was driving!
By the time I made it home I didn’t even want to get out of the car. I didn’t want to move EVER. I don’t quite know how, but I made it on to my bed. I quickly got out of my clothes because I was burning up. I was terrified to call my mother because she lives in Florida and I didn’t want her to worry but the screaming was terrible and I the pain was excruciating and I couldn’t take it any more.
I managed to get my body under control and I called her and she immediately set out to phone someone to pick me up. Long story short one of my coworkers came and got me and drove me to the local ER. It was a surprisingly short wait and I was taken back.
Once I was checked in and dressed in a lovely gown (they let me keep my shorts on, yay for no bare-backs!) I gave my urine sample (so gross) and they brought in an ooooooold man who was training to be an EMT to give me my catheter so I could get some nausea and pain medication. This man, whose actual name I didn’t catch but I ended up calling him BOB, had to get so many sticks in before he could go on to the next step of EMT school or something like that. So he attempted to find a vein. But the problem is, my veins are very tiny and every time I go to give blood they can NEVER get it on the first try. They usually have to stick the needle in half way, pull it out a little, turn it about 30 deg. and then shove it back in my arm.
This stuff does not bother me in the slightest. (High pain tolerance, remember?) I actually find it really quite amazing, and I love to watch. Anywhore, it took them about 30 minutes to find a vein the could get blood out of. They stuck both arms and my hand, which is where they ended up up striking gold. But get this……….they had to use an INFANT NEEDLE. How horrible is that?!??
So eventually I got transported to the ultrasound room where they did a normal ultrasound and, um, another more extremely invasive ultrasound that would reach the special parts of my uterus and ovaries and things about Doppler imaging and whatnot. Talk about horrible and embarrassing and grosssss.
Then I got to be transported to a new room and woohoo it was in the children’s ward. That’s totes me! It was weird. But by that point my other coworker (who is basically my second/work mother) was there so I felt really relieved. Eventually the doctor came in and said that:
- I had a cyst on my ovary rupture
- I have a KIDNEY STONE
- I have a 3 cm cyst on my right ovary
So how about that for a Friday afternoon?!
So then last night I get woken up at 3am with pain just as bad as Friday was. Turns out I’ve got another kidney stone and it was moving. I got better pain pills (the Vicodin did NOTHING) and sleepy medicine. I’ve been sleeping all day so I think I’ll just get back to it.
I can’t catch a fucking break and it is starting to get to me.
this is probably the most accurate commercial on tv right now.
My life perfectly right here.
Only cause we know better.
^ REBLOGGING TO THAT
IM NOT EVEN IN THIS FANDOM AND THAT WAS AMAZING
I can’t remember the last time I blinked!