Wrinkle Free Sheets

I heard an ad today for wrinkle free sheets and damn, I am so excited. For the low price of 99.99, I can finally have sheets that won’t wrinkle as I roll around having menopause fueled nightmares. Isn’t this just everyone’s dream come true? A frickin dream come true. Having wrinkled sheets has always been…

New Bloggers Suck

My pal suggested I start writing my rants on my blog rather than my Facebook page. Could be because she’s sick of reading my Facebook page, or secretly wants my blog to tank. Joke is on her, my blog tanked in February. Thanks Pinterest, thanks for nothing. I’ve noticed there are a lot of new…

So You Care About Suicide

Do you? Facebook says “someone is always listening” but no one has answered their phone in ten years. Shall I text you then? “I’m thinking of killing myself.” Will you roll your eyes and think “god, this bitch so dramatic.” I’ll come to your house? Well, you won’t answer the door because your house is…

Six Word Stories – Results

Can you drown in six words (6)? I’m at the point that almost everything I say is a six word story. I’m sure it drives people nuts (6). Anyhow, I’ve gathered those that have garnered the most likes on various websites and posted them to my Instagram account. Duh duh duh, here are the top…

Five Things I Learned This Week

1. If you have an abortion, you are exactly the same as Hitler. Yep, killing one baby is exactly the same as 42 million. Yep, because one dollar and 42 million dollars are the same. 2. Pro-life people will threaten you with death just because you support abortion. Yep, so true, my support of a…

Put Yourself In A Syrian Refugee’s Place

Imagine that tomorrow you wake up to find your country in ruins. Suppose that many of your family and friends were killed. Suppose you lived in Syria. You have nothing left. You have no home, no job and nothing to live on. Several countries band together, thankfully, and offer help in the way of a…

Don’t Pray For Me

I find it an absolute insult when someone says they will pray for me. Are they saying that they have a problem with my life? That I need their “Lord’s” imaginary assistance? Which Lord is this exactly? For all the Gods in all the world, maybe I don’t want their help. Don’t pray for me.…

The Poppy

It was a new leather jacket, the most beautiful jacket I ever owned. I bought a poppy, I looked down at my jacket, back at the poppy. Oh, I don’t want holes in my jacket. The soldiers didn’t want holes in their chests either, asshole. I proudly put that poppy in my lapel… Like a…