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Cause in my head there’s a Greyhound station
where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations,
so they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here.


I write things.
and
I like tea.
My name is Kat.

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Nov
25th
Wed
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YEEEUHHH!!!

SAT English Literature: 600.
SAT U.S. History: 620.

I am win.

Even though those aren’t awesome scores, they’re better than I had expected. Almost good enough to get into schools other than the U. Probably not good enough for Berkeley, but for the moment, I’m content.

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Dear Stephanie,

You’re a motherfucking sweetheart, and I love you.

Deal?

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That last post happened because I FUCKED IT UP LAST TIME.

AHHHH.

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The Fuck Machine™

It fucks you!

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God damnit.

So, I was held up in my Grandpa’s room for like five minutes while trying to get upstairs. He was confused about what was happening for Thanksgiving, and he takes for-fucking-ever to have even a simple conversation. Fuck this house.

Subsequently, I was too late to catch the bus.

Now, two things are happening.
The first is that I need to apply deodorant before leaving the house and it’s in the bathroom, which is being occupied by my grandpa, and has been for the last forty minutes.
The second is that my worthless piece-of-shit mom won’t answer her phone, so I can’t get a ride.

Looks like I have no choice but to skip my Honors Physics test today.

Fuck this bullshit.

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Ohhh my fuck.

Charlie Day is married to The Waitress (Mary Elizabeth Ellis.)

My heart is happy.

Nov
24th
Tue
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Fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckf.

Hey guys, guess what time it is.
3am.

Alright, now guess how much of the physics that’s due tomorrow I’ve gotten done.
Yup, none of it.

Now here’s a challenge: guess what I just spent my entire day fretting over. Guess what I did instead of physics.
THE FIVE FUCKING CHAPTERS OF HOSTILITY THAT AREN’T DUE UNTIL TOMORROW.

FUCK.
FUCK.
FUCK.
FUCK.
FUCK.

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Nov
23rd
Mon
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benzic:

katsavegan:

benzic:

katsavegan:

Who the fuck decided that boobs are not obscene until a nipple appears?

Imagine a boob without a nipple.

Very insightful. However, a boob is obviously a boob with or without its nipple. You can tell that a boob is a boob whether or not you can see its nipple, and you know it’s there…doing its boob-related things. When it’s affixed to a human, you can just tell it’s a boob. (If it’s on its own, one might be able to say that it is not, in fact, a boob.) When a penis is left out of a picture or otherwise censored, you usually can’t discern the specifics of the penis in question. With a boob, you can tell everything you really need to know about the boob (size, shape, composition) without the nipple.

Furthermore, the nipple is arguably a less sexual portion of the boob, as it would not function as a means for nutritional fulfillment otherwise. However, the boob is still sexual without the nipple, for easily inferred reasons.

A penis and a boob are not equivalent, first of all.  The female equivalent to a penis is a vagina, and there really is nothing to compare it to on a man.  And just as you could not discern the specifics of the penis, any censored vagina is probably entirely obscured from view.

I would also argue that the nipple is at least as sexual as the rest of the breast, if not more so.  It is at least on the same level, if not above it.

In a very broad sense, a penis and a boob are indeed relatively equivalent. They’re generally agreed to both be obscene mammalian organs, and in modern society, they’re considered indecent if publicly displayed. So we see the need to censor both of them out, regardless of the fact that they serve entirely unrelated functions as organs. However, half of a scrotum would definitely be considered obscene and censored out, but most of a boob is okay as long as the nipple isn’t displayed.

Additionally, the nipple serves as a means of indication that that organ is in fact a non-sexual reproductive organ. The rest of the visible portion of the boob is not used for these purposes.

And this is what I choose to do with my time in lieu of writing a novella.
Also, I like that we’ve used the colloquial “boob” throughout this argument.
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benzic:

katsavegan:

Who the fuck decided that boobs are not obscene until a nipple appears?

Imagine a boob without a nipple.

It’s not a boob.  The nipples really ties the boob together, and takes it from just another random extension of the body to something with a purpose.  And when that purpose becomes sexual rather than nutritional, the nipple becomes obscene.

Very insightful. However, a boob is obviously a boob with or without its nipple. You can tell that a boob is a boob whether or not you can see its nipple, and you know it’s there…doing its boob-related things. When it’s affixed to a human, you can just tell it’s a boob. (If it’s on its own, one might be able to say that it is not, in fact, a boob.) When a penis is left out of a picture or otherwise censored, you usually can’t discern the specifics of the penis in question. With a boob, you can tell everything you really need to know about the boob (size, shape, composition) when just the nipple is blocked out or blurred out.

Furthermore, the nipple is arguably a less sexual portion of the boob, as it would not function as a means for nutritional fulfillment otherwise. However, the boob is still sexual without the nipple, for easily inferred reasons.
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…You’re wrong!

It’s APEricots!!!

..Get it?!

Also, grammatical conundrums, ahoy!

Also, I just spent a considerable amount of time laughing my fucking ass off.

…You’re wrong!

It’s APEricots!!!

..Get it?!

Also, grammatical conundrums, ahoy!

Also, I just spent a considerable amount of time laughing my fucking ass off.

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benzic:

katsavegan:

Dear Ben,

You have been repeatedly misspelling the word “its.”
You are expected to resolve this issue at once.

Have a pleasant evening, good sir.

FUCK. You’re right.

But now I feel like an asshole going back and fixing it, like I’m trying to cover my tracks and act like it didn’t happen.

LOOK, YOU BASTARDS. I’M HUMAN.  I FUCKED UP.  ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?

Hahahahaha.
This is my best friend, Tumblr. Isn’t he an awesome motherfucker?
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Dear Ben,

You have been repeatedly misspelling the word “its.”
You are expected to resolve this issue at once.

Have a pleasant evening, good sir.

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benzic:

Blonde women always seem to be the best bus drivers.  They are good at what they do, and they are friendly.  They talk to me about the books I’m reading.

I hate the blonde bus driver who drives the bus that goes from the Mall of America to Normandale. She is immensely unintelligible, usually late, and always annoying.