update/correction:
tony, my sister's boyfriend, is not a tool. i did a freudian typo slip. we had this hilarious conversation about us writing a children's book. it would be about my 7th grade science teacher's moustache being a symbol for closeted gay men. children would not understand the symbolism, but the parents would. it would end with him shaving it, getting unhappily married, and growing a beard. i was giggling the whole time. it was more of a vibe than content that made me die, so i can't articulate it well on here.
if i have one hilarious convo with you, i can't hate you.
my spacebar isn't working now... short entry it is.
last night i played trivial pursuit and did jigsaw puzzles @ steph & heather's with people i normally never chill with, making tonight's soiree @ everett's seem that much more stale.
i get sick of the same fucking jokes.
work was hilarious. this kid, gregg, rubbed my leg while i was grinding coffee for a customer, nearly kissed my neck, hugged me about a million times, and was hitting on me in this playful way. "you're christian, and in a happy relationship with a beautiful, funny, nice, christian girl... STOP!" i thought, but didn't say. instead i just feigned anger, but got butterflies inside. i'm such a tool.
i watched a child's christmas in wales with my dad tonight. i went to tgi fridays with my sister. we talked about how i think most men are either stupid, boring, ugly, incapable of fidelity or all of the above. she said i made a good case for lesbianism, in which i responded to with the assertion that i would not mind devoting my life to becoming a hot lesbian, if only to rub in the male world's face all that they can't have; not that that would do much, but whatevs. i still get crushes on guys, like the born again christian who harasses me @ work... proving yet again how horrible my taste is men.
which is yet another great example as to why i should be a lesbian.
tony, my sister's boyfriend, is not a tool. i did a freudian typo slip. we had this hilarious conversation about us writing a children's book. it would be about my 7th grade science teacher's moustache being a symbol for closeted gay men. children would not understand the symbolism, but the parents would. it would end with him shaving it, getting unhappily married, and growing a beard. i was giggling the whole time. it was more of a vibe than content that made me die, so i can't articulate it well on here.
if i have one hilarious convo with you, i can't hate you.
my spacebar isn't working now... short entry it is.
last night i played trivial pursuit and did jigsaw puzzles @ steph & heather's with people i normally never chill with, making tonight's soiree @ everett's seem that much more stale.
i get sick of the same fucking jokes.
work was hilarious. this kid, gregg, rubbed my leg while i was grinding coffee for a customer, nearly kissed my neck, hugged me about a million times, and was hitting on me in this playful way. "you're christian, and in a happy relationship with a beautiful, funny, nice, christian girl... STOP!" i thought, but didn't say. instead i just feigned anger, but got butterflies inside. i'm such a tool.
i watched a child's christmas in wales with my dad tonight. i went to tgi fridays with my sister. we talked about how i think most men are either stupid, boring, ugly, incapable of fidelity or all of the above. she said i made a good case for lesbianism, in which i responded to with the assertion that i would not mind devoting my life to becoming a hot lesbian, if only to rub in the male world's face all that they can't have; not that that would do much, but whatevs. i still get crushes on guys, like the born again christian who harasses me @ work... proving yet again how horrible my taste is men.
which is yet another great example as to why i should be a lesbian.
heavyhitterlarry:
you are far too beautiful to be a lesbian, out there breaking guys hearts. not all of us are bad.