The Curbside Prophet
I am a mid-twenties avid intersectional feminist, advocate, fighter, counselor, and friend. I will be graduating from Bucknell University in May with degrees in Psychology and Women’s & Gender Studies. I work with survivors of sexual assault and other trauma, and I fix computers for a living.
I often blog about what it is like to live at the intersections of a few different mental illnesses, queerness, and sexuality, along with posts about sexism, racism, rape culture, and LGBT rights. There is a trigger warning for these on my entire blog. You will see posts about depression, eating disorders, PTSD, panic disorder, and fat activism. This has been my safe space for four years now, and I reserve the right to ask you to leave it if necessary.
Welcome to my life.
Awesome.
We went out to dinner last night to celebrate our 6 month anniversary (cue ‘awwwwwww’s), and we both got burgers. As per usual, I ordered mine as “rare as you are legally allowed to serve it” because that generally gets me about medium rare. The burger came out a little charred around the edges, so I didn’t think much of it until about bite 3 when I realized that its texture was a little weird. It was basically raw. By that, I mean the outside 1/16” was cooked and the outside was charred and the inside meat was RAW. I didn’t care enough to send it back, as I like raw things and I had totally ordered it that way. My fault, right? Well, Steven’s medium well burger came out charred on the outside and a decent amount of pink in the middle. This means their grill was running a little too hot, if the outside can get that color without the inside cooking.
Tl;dr: I have symptoms of mild food poisoning. I won’t tell you what they are, cause they’re gross.
Yuck.
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cornerof5thandvermouth said:
you’re poopin aren’t you ew butts
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