Is it Sunday? Good. Because I need a damn break. Also, it’s Velociraptor Awareness Day so everyone gets to eat whatever they want and to screech like Velociraptors at strangers. It totally kicks Columbus Day’s ass.
Here’s what I was doing all week:
This week on my sex column (which is satirical and vaguely safe for work if your boss isn’t a douche-canoe):
This week on the internets:
- I’m moving. No. Really.
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
- We are more alike than we are different.
- Learn your motherfucking science.
- I need more drag queen friends.
- Because the year is 1970.
- We are all as significant (and insignificant) as each other
This week’s wrap-up sponsored by T-Shirt Outlet, which (in the spirit of full disclosure) is run by one of my very best friends and I constantly harass her with terrible ideas for t-shirts that should never be made and she continues to nod thoughtfully even when I’m all “And then the flying night squirrel would be screaming ‘YOU NEED A HUG, I CAN TELL.‘ and it would be scarily horrible and also terribly happy in a completely disturbing kind of way” and she says “Yeah. I’ll have my designers look into it”. Because that’s what friends are for. They’re there to nod at your insane ideas. And also to make kick-ass t-shirts like these. I want the kitty exorcism one. You probably do too.