Feel her body rise as you kiss her mouth.
It's really lovely to be in place now where I'm not shamed for my taste in music. For a while I felt like I had to hide certain things that I liked. But now I can listen to country music whenever I want, even with Boyfriend in the car. Or indulge in my Beyonce/Jay-Z obsession a little each day (By the by, I want them to adopt me. I'd settle for Beyonce just being my best friend.) It's not like I was ever ashamed of my taste. I just didn't want to go through the hassle of justifying why I though something was good. Country music is amazing for so many reasons but the only one anyone needs is that it's amazing because it speaks to me. Isn't that enough? You would think...
I tend to get obsessed with certain pop culture objects for short time periods, such as Law and Order: SVU, anything on Bravo, Project Runway, VH1, Aaron Sorkin. Now it's Beyonce. I love her. She makes great pop music, she's an acceptable role model, and she's bootylicious. What's not to love?
I'm starting to unlove my contemporary feminism class. It just seems like each session is a bitchfest with a good dose of liberal guilt thrown in. I think my problem is that the feminists in this class seem to not have a sense of humor, which is a complaint about a lot of liberals.
Speaking of, the New York Times Sunday magazine this week was all about humor. Check it out, it's amazing and extremely entertaining.
Unlike our football team. Shut out at home. It literally makes me sick. Not to mention, it rained on us, we were surrounded by a family who kept yelling at each other and the assholes sitting next to us didn't stand during the National Anthem. Gr.
Borat = funny but overrated. Hanging out with my new philosophy friend, Eric = awesome.
Tonight: working out, cleaning Dan's house, (hopefully) Christmas gnocchi and the L Word.
I tend to get obsessed with certain pop culture objects for short time periods, such as Law and Order: SVU, anything on Bravo, Project Runway, VH1, Aaron Sorkin. Now it's Beyonce. I love her. She makes great pop music, she's an acceptable role model, and she's bootylicious. What's not to love?
I'm starting to unlove my contemporary feminism class. It just seems like each session is a bitchfest with a good dose of liberal guilt thrown in. I think my problem is that the feminists in this class seem to not have a sense of humor, which is a complaint about a lot of liberals.
Speaking of, the New York Times Sunday magazine this week was all about humor. Check it out, it's amazing and extremely entertaining.
Unlike our football team. Shut out at home. It literally makes me sick. Not to mention, it rained on us, we were surrounded by a family who kept yelling at each other and the assholes sitting next to us didn't stand during the National Anthem. Gr.
Borat = funny but overrated. Hanging out with my new philosophy friend, Eric = awesome.
Tonight: working out, cleaning Dan's house, (hopefully) Christmas gnocchi and the L Word.