Archive for the ‘ SEXUALITY ’ Category
Walked back from BritLit in the warm rain and had vivid flashbacks to England again. Sometimes I think I would give up three of my cracked and cavitied molars just to be less self-aware. And three more to stop the compulsions to blog about it. (Do people have at least six molars?) Class today was occupied by [ READ MORE ]
Even knowing that it was a terrible idea for me to go, I withdrew $60 and went to Udelco. I never thought I’d be the type of female to go bonkers over fashion labels, considering I shop at thrift stores and have my mom make me shit when I’m too lazy to do so. But. Something [ READ MORE ]
He was right. Sometimes I lose track of what year this is. Or how many Times I take those Chemicals. I sit up in his bed and watch it rain outside his window. I tell him he was wrong. Once? Twice? Thrice? Does it matter when it’s all money to me? How obvious can it get? I [ READ MORE ]
Pie Alex the Elder just resurfaced this on Facebook, which is an old favorite of mine. How it escaped my WhAT? is beyond me. In terms of importance or absurdity, it’s right up there under the fleshlight. Guffaw. To vajazzle. Vajazzled. For those caught unawares, vajazzlin’ yo’self means you have shit bedazzled onto your mons pubis. [ READ MORE ]
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…But never change in size. The water, it runs deep, my darling, where it don’t run wide. Yesterday, in place of Managing Organizational Behavior, we had a class on “Death and Dying in the Workplace.” This shit could not be made up. Prepare yourself for half a dozen messy tangents; I was the only person in the [ READ MORE ]
On discussing what I did today: The Dark Backward, Rob Lowe's face, Udelco, and the origins of Vampire Weekend[ READ MORE ]
As Black Rebel Motorcycle Club’s R. L. Been, sang: Tread softly, you tread on my dreams. Manifested as Andy Fastow. HAY, ANDAYYY. I’m completely kidding. I’m sitting at my desk on this quiet Sunday eve, gnawing on frozen Cadbury chocolate and pondering the book I just finished . . . Dan Brown’s latest turd, The Lost Symbol. [ READ MORE ]
Disclaimer: This is pretty personal. Today’s Shakespeare lesson of the day: What is love? This is one of those things that I might’ve always known, deep down. Deep, deep down. Availability. And it’s nothing less than what I can hold to be the truth. Sometimes it’s your fault, but mostly it isn’t, He said. After weeks [ READ MORE ]
To give you an idea of how important this is, I just stopped making hand turkeys in order to devote my attention to blogging. I think I’m having a revelation, but I don’t know what it is yet. Out upon your guarded lips… and say to-morrow what to-morrow thinks in hard words again. I was reading [ READ MORE ]
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