i will not waste time while at work.
i will not waste time while at work.
i will not waste time while at work.

i have a:

new, cute-as-a-button, trannyfag roommate (age approx 31 or so).
this is good because:
a) he is a good role model :)
and b) my rent is now cut in half, which means:
packers and binders galore. plus other assorted items ( Read more... )

i saw the best shirt today.

it said:

"call me, ishmael."

sorry about the last posts.

i had a gender freeeek out. still on this earth and intending to stay that way.

::love to all::

i fucking fucking cannot do this anymore.
this has got to fucking stop i am so angry all the time.

my body and myself are two different things. i hate every inch of it most days.

i feel violent and frustrated and am having a difficult time keeping it in.

i want not to be living anymore.

i was on Astor Place a coupla days ago, waiting for the luvly Kat, sitting by the big-black-spinny-cube sculpture.
plugged in to music, drawing, minding my own and having a good time.
guy comes up to me and starts a conversation, while my ears are dead to everyone except Thievery Corporation and i'm having none of the world ( Read more... )

oh man oh man.

(on lunch break)

i am: all-thumbs-and-no-brain today. and (tumtatatummm) bleeding, which makes life all that more fun ( Read more... )

i am soon to live in:

a beautiful, four bedroom apartment in sunset park close to my work with three fabulous tranny queers. great light, affordable, humongous windows, hardwood floors, a cat named snookums.

and ::sigh::

it's roach infested.

and "infested" means infested.

hmm.

spent all night packing.

in the dual sense.

don't call me 'she'.

DON'T CALL ME FUCKING 'SHE'!

if you call me goddamned 'she' or 'girl' or 'lady' or 'gal' once more i swear to god.