The words, “As a man, I think about this with logic, not emotion,” just came out of his mouth.
I’m about to have the right to remain silent before I tear that bitch-ass’s eyeballs out of his un-evolved fucking brain.
I propose a continuous daylight savings plan. Never “spring forward,” just keep “falling back.”
Embrace the chaos. Imagine: Wake up at 6 pm. Go to a wedding at 3 am. Dance naked under a full sun.
I’ve stopped following the news. Instead, I'm following these two random quail who inhabit my neighborhood.
It's much easier and way more intelligible.
This will be my last tweet today. I only intended to acknowledge the importance of this moment .
But this is important enough for me to say how despicable of a man Trump is to post this today. A sick mentally unfit weak and trembling child. A beta who is so afraid.
I may be late to the party learning about this, but damn, look at how cute iPhone made my granddaughter’s hair pop-up over the actual time in my wallpaper pic.