Presented Without Commentary: Randoms

I was cleaning out the photos on my phone and thought I might share some selections.

Textual Intercourse: Musings on Ina Garten

me: On Ina this morning, she was saying how truffle butter is surprisingly inexpensive and bragging about how expensive saffron is lol

Mia:  hahaha she's ridic

Mia:  Love her

me:  It was outrageous and so perfectly her

Mia:  How many times did she mention that saffron is the stamen of crocuses

me:  Just once

Mia:  Lame

me:  She had it in a little clear box like crack rocks

Mia:  Hahaha omg it is Ina crack

Mia:  Crack is prob cheaper than saffron

me:  Lol

me:  She crushes and snorts it.  Freebasing saffron

Mia:  melting it down on the spoon

me:  See how it turns the liquid in the syringe that gorgeous yellow? How bad could that be?

Mia:  find a GOOD vein

me:  Hahahahahahaha

Mia:   :)

me:  If your arm is too riddled with track marks, between your toes is fine

Mia:  Lol we are horrible

Cupcakes Will Never Be The Same

EDIT: I realized I left off the link for the actual story.  If you want to punish yourself and cry yourself to sleep tonight, feel free to check it out here!

G.I. Joe says knowing is half the battle.  Knowledge is also power.  But knowledge can also be a seedy bitch.  Have you ever wished you could unlearn something so as to remain ignorant to how scarring it is?  I do.  It has to do with an obsession of mine, My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.  Now I'd seen references to this bit I wish I could forget, but I didn't even know it at the time.  Pictures of my favorite pony dressed serving serial killer realness?  Sure, that sounds fun!  Or so I thought.  I'd seen pictures like this and found them amusing.

Little did I know how disturbing it really was.  As I was browsing pony memes yesterday, I saw a seemingly benign post for a "Cupcakes Fanfiction" entry.  Well.  This infamous fanfic by Sargeant Sprinkles is like a whale cock mind rape with acid for lube.  There is just something so fucked up about the happiest, most upbeat and lovable character performing Hostile-style torture on another innocent pony for no reason that hurts my soul.  It reminds me of how as a child I would cry out of frustration when watching the Nightmare On Elm Street movies.  I just couldn't wrap my head around WHY Freddy was so horrible.  Give me gore, give me violence, but sometimes I need a reason.  The other thing is, part of me LIKED it.  I enjoy feeling uncomfortable and angry over a disturbing movie (or book, etc).  For instance, Funny Games is some fucked up shit that happens without motivation, but I like how it affects me.  Not this.  I wish I never learned about it.  I wish I could go back.  Then of course I had to torment myself with the various interpretations of the story on YouTube.

Fun with Glitter Pens

Everything is prettier in glitter pen!!

See!

 Even THIS is pretty in glitter pen: