I'm a scatter-brained, brain-damaged, neuro-atypical feminist Aquarius with fibromyalgia and depression. Female pronouns please.
...or, as was once made clear to me by a toddler, I'm less interesting than a laundry basket.
Yeah, so, hurray for freedom of speech, but money spent at Chick-fil-A goes towards groups that actively lobby against homosexuals’ right to be alive in other countries.
Fuck you, Chick-fil-A, fuck you.