on frat boys, and the new world order.

[thnxmrscommande]

i've discovered, on the topic of frat boys (my fav. thing to think about these days), that their way of life/humour reigns supreme in my world. apparently i have sunk so low in my embodiment of the "frattie" that i now offend my awesome righteous lesbian friendenistas. this is tragic. especially considering that i also consider myself a die-hard (or maybe just dye-hard) feminist. my dear pal asked if i was going to the ani concert in feb. and my response? "dude, is she gay?". you know what i'm talking about. it's that intonation, reminiscent of will ferrel (bad boy "frattie" for life!) in his imitation of the ohio state pledgemaster on the colin creavy SNL show). my pal just kind of stared at me, confused. 'wait..but YOU'RE gay, AND an ani fan...". i then proceeded to 'turn off and tune out' and instead throw parabolic chocolate chips (2 pounds worth) in the air so i could just perfectly catch their return velocity with my mouth. me and some dude who works at the shop bonded over this, to the utter dismay of many of the smart girls and/or customers.

oh well.

better luck next time? doubtful. maybe i just have too much testosterone afterall. or maybe that damn asteroid approaching mars at 27,000 miles/second really is fucking up my horoscope, AGAIN.

now it's time to slink off into my bubble-bath of shame...