My name is Ainsley. I am a small but powerful magnet.
jerkethic.com for more words.
ainsleydrew.com if you want to get all personal-like.
Further stalking available via the Internet.
I know I’ve been m.i.a. since school started (not M.I.A.) but I haven’t forgotten about you, Tumblr. I haven’t forgotten about you.
Reblogged from ...and World Peace..
So last night I made it drizzle.
(My ex-domestic partner gave me that dollar.)

I can’t find this larger but it’s sheer perfection.
Look! I’m one of those girls!*
*And of course by “those girls” I mean the kind who wear sports bras with lopsided, lumpy padding, not the type who post photos of themselves in sports bras on the Internet because they are self-obsessed, have low self-esteem, and require validation from strangers who just like seeing women wearing sports bras.
(Taken with MY DOG IS FUCKING AWESOME.)
This is some bullshit, right here. Sorry, but
1.) I love being catcalled. I’ve never met a “nonverbal advance” that I didn’t like. And the verbal ones? Even better. Not kidding. But I’m ten types of fucked up, as has been established, so take this point with a grain of slutty salt.
2.) Calling something “Hollaback!” just proves how out of touch these people are. Ditto a headline that uses the expression “girl power.”
3.) City-funded. I repeat, city-funded. I’d much rather this city fund something that’s actually useful, like a free taxi service for women between certain hours on weekend nights, or free cans of bear mace for ladies who walk alone, or making it legal for chicks to assault men who do shit they don’t like…like stare at them or yell out, “Hey, sexy!”
4.) Idiocy like this only seems to further solidify gender stereotypes, at least to me. But I wasn’t a women’s studies major, so what the fuck do I know.
Don’t ever change, Internet.

True facts: I wanted to be and fuck Denis Leary when I was little. (As in, I wanted to “marry him,” according to ten-year-old girl logic.) I was just barely breaking double-digits when it came out, but I might have figured out how to masturbate during No Cure for Cancer.
And it’s breaking my fucking heart.