January 2011
hello 2011
2010 has seen me from austin, texas, to kansas city, missouri, and through a lot of new challenges. this city isn’t everything i need, not at all. i miss austin a lot, but not just because i want to move back, just because it’s the only place i’ve ever felt like i could be myself, every minute of every day. it’s not about austin, it could be anywhere, but it’s not...
December 2010
to start the new year, tomorrow i'm going on...
warholed:
yey 2011
word.
It's 53 degrees out, in December.
littledidiknow:
I have no idea how to dress for this. Winter coat? Spring coat and a sweater?
(To answer your question, yes, it’s noon and i’m still not dressed yet.)
my exact sentiments and situation.
in some strange display of mercy
it’s supposed to arrive at 62 degrees today here in kansas city. yesterday was utterly (in so far as we felt the need to say it every time we walked outside) pleasant, damp though it was, and today i hope to have some time to appreciate it.
also, tonight is pay…daynight. whatever. i’m off tomorrow.
i hate when people give me crap i don’t need.
i feel bad throwing stuff out. gift giving is such a nebulous and precarious tradition. i’d much rather get what i want than be surprised.
“Hi, how can I help you? Oh, I’m sorry, you say you clicked erase all data...”
– Mark practicing protocol before heading to work.
Being a Mac genius has its routine drawbacks.
Watchverymarykate:
Woody Allen
wearing all black is cramping my style.
uggghhhh i want a job where i can dress like a tard like i want to.
Christmas, suddenly.
And I’m in Mark’s childhood bed. Mark’s grandma is in the other room adjacent to me. His parents of course are in their bedroom. HE is in the next room on an air mattress. This arrangement makes me very thankful for my progressive, left wing family, who of course make us ONE bed to sleep in. Because we’re adults. This practice of pretending reality is the way one wants it...
question
i wish i knew why people cared so much what i do.
especially virtual strangers at my work.
i’m nice, i’m cordial, i stay out of people’s way. but god forbid i exist. my existence makes some of their blood boil.
i get why people dye their hair chartreuse and get face tattoos. it’s like, if you’re going to treat me like an alien, by god i’ll show you what fear...
paying my bills
hey there payment plan. hey there debt free. hey there ground, my feet are happy to make your acquaintance. let’s keep this ball rolling.
“This is exactly what my body looks like. So why... →
syntheticpubes:
This is a reblog from a few days ago. It’s a statement I see regularly.
I was pleased when I first started hearing this sort of thing. The goal of Synthetic Pubes is to highlight the beauty and animal magnetism of ‘normal’ bodies that have not been twisted and shellacked in Photoshop. I feel like we need to publicly acknowledge that not all areolae are perfectly circular and the...
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