who's this dude?
Apparently it's Breast Cancer Appreciation Week or something. Everywhere I go, people are wearing pink ribbons and pink shirts and pink stickers. Yesterday, all these people at school were flying their breast cancer street gang colors and I realized, with horror, that I was wearing pink too. I spent the rest of the day worrying that people would think that I was one of them, and that I was totally down with showing my support for diseased tits by wearing a sticker. Even dudes are wearing pink ribbons. Note to guys: Wearing a breast cancer ribbon will totally get you laid--it's the respectable way to love titties.
Today, I paid $60 that could've gone towards my health insurance or rebuilding New Orleans and got my hair cut off. I feel like I got a clitoridectomy- my femininity, my "hotfuckability" has been dramatically decreased. And now I've got tardhair. You know the shaggy, wispy, curly haircut they give toddlers and people with cerebral palsy, so they won't get drool and bubblegum stuck in their hair? It's like that.
Last night, G and I drove to St. Augustine to see both Wolf Eyes (WHERE IS THEIR OLD WEBSITE?) and my friend Jason, who opened for them. But because we'd never been to the venue, and it was dark and rainy, and we didn't look at a map first, and we got sidetracked trying to find a Dairy Queen, we managed to get lost in America's Oldest City and missed the show. On the upside, I hate Florida.
At least we can look at photos of pregnant animals together.
Today, I paid $60 that could've gone towards my health insurance or rebuilding New Orleans and got my hair cut off. I feel like I got a clitoridectomy- my femininity, my "hotfuckability" has been dramatically decreased. And now I've got tardhair. You know the shaggy, wispy, curly haircut they give toddlers and people with cerebral palsy, so they won't get drool and bubblegum stuck in their hair? It's like that.
Last night, G and I drove to St. Augustine to see both Wolf Eyes (WHERE IS THEIR OLD WEBSITE?) and my friend Jason, who opened for them. But because we'd never been to the venue, and it was dark and rainy, and we didn't look at a map first, and we got sidetracked trying to find a Dairy Queen, we managed to get lost in America's Oldest City and missed the show. On the upside, I hate Florida.
At least we can look at photos of pregnant animals together.