Some people that I went to high school with have a 7-month-old puppy named Duke who recently suffered a broken femur. They were told Duke would either need expensive surgery, an amputation, or to be put down. They did not want to put him down or amputate his leg. He had surgery a few days ago and they are allowed to pay over a period of 3 months, and though they are pooling their money, they are asking for any donation to help out with the bill. They didn’t ask me to make this post, but if it were one of my pets, I would hope others would want to help out if I needed it. (Although I always have an emergency fund if my cat needs some sort of expensive treatment, as she did last year. That’s not the point, though.)
So if you can spare a few dollars, I know that Nic and his friends Derekah and Carissa would be very grateful. Duke sure looks like a cutie!
Thanks for your consideration!
Here’s the link to donate to Duke if you feel so inclined: http://apps.facebook.com/fundrazr/activity/de0c762b4eda4ac581426f08af2805d0
They burst through the door like
And I’m just like
Really I just liked the Rafiki gif.
It fucking bothers the shit out of me that all of a sudden people are like KONY 2012 LET’S CATCH THIS GUY THIS IS SUCH A TERRIBLE HORRIBLE THING THAT’S HAPPENING AND I’VE NEVER BEEN MORE OUTRAGED BY ANYTHING
Like this is the first time anything like this has ever happened.
Like he’s the only one in the world doing heinous things like this.
Like it’s the only thing wrong in the world.
Fuck all of you lovers of humanity. Humans are a terribly selfish breed and that’s never going to change.
So please go catch that fucker and put him in jail. It IS the right thing to do. But when you’re done, don’t go back to your plain, ordinary, internet trolling lives like you’ve conquered the world. Because you haven’t. There is fucked up shit happening every day; this is just one thing. In the end, what will you have done for the good of the planet? Eradicated one bad guy in a sea of millions? Yeah.
And what perplexes me the most about all of this uproar is that the majority of these people couldn’t tell you about the Passenger Pigeon, or the Ivory-Billed Woodpecker, or the Great White Shark, or the very realness of global climate change, or the world’s water crisis, or the extent of what we’re doing to ruin our planet. And that breaks my heart more than a child rapist, killer, or warlord ever will.
And no one will ever understand that about me.
Nobody will ever understand why I’d rather watch a documentary about endangered insects than news coverage about a mass genocide. Nobody can understand the passion I harbor for the small things that impact us in a huge way.
You can get rid of Kony and I encourage you to do so. But don’t treat it like it’s the worst problem ever to exist, or the only problem, or the only thing that’s ever been important. If you’re going to make this your purpose in life, don’t go back to normalcy when it’s over and you’ve won. There are other important things, and it’s not just my cynicism talking. It’s true.
Regardless, I still hate all of humanity.
People who exaggerate bother the hell out of me.
I keep eating Trix and I can’t stop even though I’m not even hungry. I’m about to have another bowl. They’re just so so so so good. Fuck you kids in those Trix commercials, I’m not a kid but ALL THE TRIX ARE FOR ME
Now I want to cry and it’s not even Parenthood-induced. How can I properly be on Tumblr when I follow my friends and vice versa? Maybe I need to make a separate Tumblr account. Or maybe I should stop typing whatever shit enters my mind. Regardless, I am thinking things and I am feeling things and I am twenty years old and I don’t want to be. The things I’d like to say I can’t say to anyone that will really listen or anyone that is unbiased.
I want to start writing again. I want to draw. I want to sing like I used to. I want to be the person I was three years ago, before all the drama, before all the mess, before all of the regrets. I want to live in the past because I’m comfortable there, and nobody else knows that but me. Until now of course.
The people in my life back then should be the people in my life now but they’re not, and a certain person is not and likely will never be. I have tried and I have given them the space they need and what have they done? The same exact damn thing that I did to them two years ago and it sucks. It sucks so bad and it hurts. I don’t know how I ever did that to someone. Nobody understands just how important that was. I’ve told this new person and it’s like they don’t care about my past, because the future and the present are all that matter. No. That’s not how it works. The past is important, it makes you who you are. It molds you and shapes you and you can’t forget those things because you NEVER should. The things I’ve done ARE important. The things the new person has done are important too.
Trevor was right back then; I am simple. But he was wrong about something else. I don’t deserve simplicity. I deserve the same complexity that he surrounded me with. No, I don’t want HIS complexity. But I need that kind of thing to thrive. I need to be challenged. I need to feel like it’s not easy. Because it’s not and it’s silly to pretend that it is.
I was wrong, this WAS Parenthood-induced. But I don’t care. Stream of consciousness writing is good for the goddamn soul. Fuck you if you don’t care.
Pro tip: Don’t make any decisions after watching copious amounts of Parenthood. You are too emotional for that.
That show makes me question everything in my life. Which, in all reality, is probably not a bad thing. Because if there are things to question, they should be questioned. The answer you discover may surprise you.
In any event, I’ve caught up completely with Parenthood. I laughed, I wanted to cry but couldn’t because my grandma was in the room, and then I wanted to cry some more. The end.