;-)

martiniqueeny:

A year and a half ago I was roommates with my best friend. Long story short, We moved to Naples and 2 weeks later my husband got a job offer back in Miami. I was stuck alone in Naples for almost a year while my husband came 2 nights a week and on weekends. It was horrible and I was alone, so I…

Umm… You’re Welcome! Lol. Ps. There are new practices in order these days! (I hope Chango doesn’t get mad at me) In lieu of me needing a new job, I called grandma for some hocus pocus. In her usual tone she assured me that all I needed was a “small sample of the dirt from the establishment.” What she doesn’t know is that the establishment is in COLORADO! Rest assured that I am NOT above calling the Cubans in Denver to overnight me some dirt! Because the saints are pretty private I can’t explain why dirt is needed. For that YOU need to call Abuela yourself. ;-)

waris:

#lover #quote (Taken with instagram)

Androgyny is not trying to manage the relationship between the opposites; it is simply flowing between them.
-Dr. June Singer

rhubarb-rutabaga:

Grr

martiniqueeny:

The jeweler that is sizing my ring just called me, it can’t be sized down to a 5. I have never heard anything like this. Which leads me to believe a few things..

1. I have some serious hateful ass people on my social networks that evil eyed my ring.

2. I need a cleansing from my friend’s abuela…

I’ll get Abuela and the coconuts and be there soon. ;-)

martiniqueeny:

I’ve always felt a bit inferior whenever I’m in a discussion and someone references Freud. It sounds soooo smart. I never read up on him, or knew much about him at all for that matter. I always feel like an inferior moron whenever he gets name dropped, and I usually start making fake phone calls to get out of it.

I hate being the dumb girl.

Well, that has changed. In one of my classes we’ve been learning a lot about this guy and frankly, he’s an asshole.

Here are a few beginner knowledge points:

1. He only dealt with Victorian women.
2. Their husbands were all cheating sons of bitches.
3. Back then, if your husband financially provided for you, then you could not complain about shit.
4. These women were usually fucking crazy because they lived in VICTORIAN TIMES and were treated like property.
5. If I was laced up in a corset for more than 1 day, I too would lose my mind.

So OF COURSE women had penis envy.

That shit doesn’t hold up today.

Let someone name drop this guy again. My eye roll is ready.

I beg to differ. I “suffer” from penis envy. He was quite the loon (like ur rapist ducks) but he started psychoanalysis. A little bit of credit is warranted. Ps. I totally may have fit the “hysteria” prototype. ;-)