unfuckyourhabitat:

outtavogue:

Unfucking My Stove

I seriously needed to do this for about 3 weeks, but I kept getting busy, falling asleep, eating out, whatever.

UNFUCKED!

I downloaded an app for iPhone today (.99) on the recommendation of a facebook friend who is loving it, called “Unfuck Your Habitat.” You actually have to search for, “Unfilth Your Habitat,” to find it, because the (Apple, no Android version) app store disallows cursing. Anyway, it’s kind of awesome, and I learned in the (4.5 star) reviews that there is an inspirational tumblr, too, full of success stories small and large where you get congratulations like: 

and 

for (FINALLY) unfucking something.

The app has things like timed challenges in 5, 10 or 20 minute intervals, to-do list options with reminders, achievements you unlock by cleaning, and all filled with somewhat hilarious and filthy-talk laden shame/guilt/insult strategies for getting you moving.

The tumblr community also does really great things, like post things in the evening like:

  • Wash the dishes in your sink
  • Get your outfit for tomorrow together, including accessories
  • Set up coffee/tea/breakfast
  • Make your lunch
  • Put your keys somewhere obvious
  • Wash your face and brush your teeth
  • Charge your electronics

and also things around 11, that go:

Members of the Turn the Fucking Computer Off and Get Your Ass to Bed club, it’s time!

Everyone else, have a delightful evening.

I somehow feel many of us might benefit from following these wise sages…

(Source: causalvogue)

Because I medically HAVE to have one…

Whenever I go browsing tummy tuck information, which is way too freaking often, I always come across before and after pictures that make me want to scream and pull out my hair, like WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF?!?!

I mean, truly, that woman paid over $10,000 and risked her life for that? Is she happy about it? Thrilled with her results? I AM SO CONFUSED.

This? Is literally the stuff of my nightmares.

I had the most horrible dream of laying there, in surgery, awake like for a c-section, and they were fixing my stomach and accidentally went all the way through, cutting me in half.

I’ve also had dreams of them cutting too much skin away and then not being able to stretch what’s left down to meet the lower skin, such that I can’t be closed up and have to have my entire abdomen left open.

*shudder*