would like
watched romeo+juliet recently, but haven’t watched strictly ballroom since the time andy and i watched it (the first time nic and i broke up) and haven’t watched moulin rouge since even before that, some probably summery night with some nic-related dykes and nic and andy at their place. strictly ballroom reminds me of my dad and sister when we were living in the trailer; moulin rouge reminds me of middle school critical thinks/feels about “romance”. so the question is, do i watch strictly ballroom or moulin rouge?
dunno what’s wrong with me but i can’t get any work done despite bribing myself with discount easter candy from the pharmacy next door and i have sound’s voice screeching “GO ACQUIRE SOME STOCKS” mixed with a really stupid t-swift song (“the best day”) stuck in my head.
can’t i just get in a car and drive down 101 with the windows down listening to music and go eat thai food and yell belligerently at dudes in suits who dare cross in front of us?
listening to “22” repeatedly a lot of taylor swift while dancing around my room packing to go stay at andy & nic’s for a few days.
shut upppp.
teeth brushed, face washed, hot cherry pits at the foot of my bed, jar of water on my nightstand, just got blazed.
…is now the time to move my speakers into my bedroom?
So there are actually hella cute dykes and bisexual trans guys on San Diego OKC.
I’ll have to explore them next time I’m home.
But not the Ralph Lauren merchandiser dyke who prefers to date people of her own race and thinks women have an obligation to keep their legs shaved. Ewwwwww.
Reblogging because the rest of the world needs to learn to move their lighthouses.
Because they are blocking freedom.
canada is a trilingual country we speak english, french, and passive-aggressive
(via emciel)
"True Americans do not call our friends lumps."
"Drink every time you hear or see a hobbit"
— A (party) fam friend
straight land
so nice tonight. did y’all know my favorite club is a straight club? it just has a core dance floor that’s like 25% queer of some sort on the nights i go. tonight: two lady DJ’s, one if whom is a dyke, on my favorite regular night in the city. so chill and hot and fun. just smoked a bit of a j halfway through the night, no booze or anything else. dance floor is truly the best medicine. p.s. also I am brilliant because i had my learning-to-drive-stick lesson just end at daomé right before $1 guest list closed at midnight. and now i can take either the 747 or the R-L bus home.
