And after all the crying and worrying, I found three satisfactory apartments to look at this morning. Excited!
I’m pro-choice:
I believe that your abortion is none of my business. I don’t need to know:
- why you’re getting the abortion
- how many months you’re pregnant
- what number abortion this is
- whether you became pregnant through negligence or if it wasn’t your fault at all
- whether you have a kid at home already
- how old you are
- what your gender is or isn’t
- whether anyone else has been told about the decision
- how rich or poor you are
- what your race or ethnicity is
- whether you want children in the future
- when you made the decision
- how long you’ve thought about the decision
- whether you feel great, neutral, or terrible about the decision or something else entirely
- ANYTHING AT ALL. It’s your abortion, not mine. Your medical procedure, not mine. Your business, not mine. BECAUSE I’M PRO-CHOICE.
nothing will ever be as great as this picture of kanye and beyonce playing connect 4
i beg to differ
I’m having such a terrible time looking at apartments. They’re either too expensive or too shitty.
So I hear its 60 degrees in Nantucket, MA
It’s 90 here in Cincinnati, OH. Is it time to move to New England? I think so.
He fucked a birdhouse. For an hour and a half. And called it his performance piece.
— Chris (in reference to a mutual friend’s performance in crit class).
