How disturbing is it
That all of the smutty haikus and smexy guy bases that I've worked on tonight have been done all while listening to gospel music?
Heh. Gotta learn my part for Sunday, no matter what. It always makes me laugh to think, while I'm singing, of all the horribly immoral stuff I've gotten up to while listening to church music.
Being an atheist is FUN. Especially when you're so damned good at it.
*yawn*
I want to choke my coworker. She's cute and hot and all that good stuff, kinda reminds me of Rachel Ray, except perkier and stupider. She's driving me crazy. She goes, "Last night, on House, (insert some subtext that her brain actually picked up on), does that mean he's gay?"
What am I, your fucking Portable Gaydar? I wanted to tell her, "Hell yeah, here's some slash", but I don't know if her tiny brain can handle it. Some people, you wish you NEVER came out to. Not because you're ashamed of being gay or bi, but because they will ask you eighty seven thousand ignorant questions.
News flash. Not all gay guys know each other. And I don't always know if a guy is gay. Sometimes I can "tell", but it's always just speculation. Who the fuck knows, you know? And why do you care?? And I absolutely, categorically, emphatically am NOT talking about sex to you. My sex, your sex, any sex. Not that kind of faggot. Damned stereotypes. Stupid Hollywood and it's Disneyfied portrayal of gay men. *kills them all with death*
I'm gonna stop ranting now, I have to go get a shower and take off my nail polish....*dies laughing* heh. That's just so funny to type. I have no clue why. I need sleep.
Heh. Gotta learn my part for Sunday, no matter what. It always makes me laugh to think, while I'm singing, of all the horribly immoral stuff I've gotten up to while listening to church music.
Being an atheist is FUN. Especially when you're so damned good at it.
*yawn*
I want to choke my coworker. She's cute and hot and all that good stuff, kinda reminds me of Rachel Ray, except perkier and stupider. She's driving me crazy. She goes, "Last night, on House, (insert some subtext that her brain actually picked up on), does that mean he's gay?"
What am I, your fucking Portable Gaydar? I wanted to tell her, "Hell yeah, here's some slash", but I don't know if her tiny brain can handle it. Some people, you wish you NEVER came out to. Not because you're ashamed of being gay or bi, but because they will ask you eighty seven thousand ignorant questions.
News flash. Not all gay guys know each other. And I don't always know if a guy is gay. Sometimes I can "tell", but it's always just speculation. Who the fuck knows, you know? And why do you care?? And I absolutely, categorically, emphatically am NOT talking about sex to you. My sex, your sex, any sex. Not that kind of faggot. Damned stereotypes. Stupid Hollywood and it's Disneyfied portrayal of gay men. *kills them all with death*
I'm gonna stop ranting now, I have to go get a shower and take off my nail polish....*dies laughing* heh. That's just so funny to type. I have no clue why. I need sleep.