I’m just going to put this out there.
I want to create my own job of personal concierge, shopper, organizer and decorator.
Someone please tell me how to do this. kthanksbye.
Get a degree in hotel management. Work at the highest class place you can find for five years. Then put an ad in a Beverly Hills private shopping magazine (they exist.) Also… Be aware that “concierge” means you clean up vomit when your boss gets drunk.
If we’re going to end welfare, the rich should be the first to lose it.
I found out today that under my new insurance, I pay zero dollars for birth control, sti testing, papsmears, basically everything I go to Planned Parenthood for. This insurance cost me $14 a month. The girls at PP joined me in a round of “Thanks Obama!”
Yep, the Affordable Care Act is awesome.
And if any of us ever vote Republican the others will personally come to your house and smack you.
in this story, your mother isn’t the villain.
in this story, you find a way to pick the lock, to wake up, to climb out of the tower yourself.
in this story, you’re angry.
in this story, you meet a dragon and
it is afraid of you.
in this story, you don’t need to be saved.
in this story, your mother raised you
to recognize a prison from a home.
in this story, they don’t fall in love with you before they know you.
in this story, they aren’t better than you.
in this story, you have claws.
in this story, happily ever after has bite marks in it.
in this story, you are free and terrifying.
in this story, you get away.
in this story, you bleed.
in this story, you survive.