dolorian

oh look at me. alive and well on the east coast. i forgot mom had a computer for some reason.

for a really long time i was about 75% into girls and 25% into dudes. then that kinda reversed itself, for some stuuuuupid reason. well fuck that. every dude i date just does something really fucking stupid to piss me off. repeatedly. so fuck that. no more dude-dating for the dolorian.

so... on a not so pissed off note. i had this dream last night where i was makeup shopping at this super-sephora that was set up like a water park. standing in line to check out was like standing in line to go down one of the slides. well, the cashier had on crazy cool lipgloss and i wanted to know what kind it was. so i kinda cut in line (just to ask) and was grabbed up by security people and thrown down the reject slide. at the bottom of that one, i was grabbed up again to be thrown down another reject slide. one that went into "the pit of despair" from the princess bride. so i started crying and saying "but i just wanted to know what kind of lipgloss she was wearing". then i woke up and was crying for real. weird.

that was probably because of my issues with the airport security. i always set the damn metal detectors off. my boobs even set off the wand thingy. ha.