i blunted the ends of a few of my dreads. they look so much cleaner, but it means i’m losing a lot of length… hmmm, what to do, hat to do?
l word marathon
is happening. i switched my classes so i don’t have any homework. so what is a perfectly acceptable way to spend two days off? watching the l word naked? i think so.
last week of “late” shift. then on to midnights. i’m so fucking excited. i can go back to having a normal life. Sure it will be reversed compared to most, but ill have time to do things. my collab won’t be neglected, my homework will get done and i won’t be so fucking tired all the time.
is calling me…. fast.
my chinchillas are pissed because i am sitting next to them and not giving them treats, or dust baths or pets. so, they bark and squeak. noisy little furry fuckers they are.
The plans are in order for pride in Toronto. I am so thrilled. Road trip +a trunk full of booze + toronto + pride +my girl & two work wives= epicly amazing!
i need to....
shower. wash my dreads. eat. possibly do some homework. go to work. all i want to do is: curl up in bed with my sick wife & keep her company all night. =(
Dear feminists, you're doing it right
staticpallor: girlwithatie: likeolikeh: ticktockbananarock:emilysbrittlebones:cateye:feminally: You get so tired. You get so sick of the homophobia, the sexism, the culture of rape jokes and wife beating cartoons. But today you can take 30 seconds and smile. Somewhere right now there is a daddy dancing along while his femmy boy sings Lady Gaga. Somewhere right now there is a little girl...
its three thirty am...
my tea is gone. i’ve caught up on tumblr & twitter. my eyes are tired. my body is cold. my nipples are pissed. my wife is calling for me. g’night tumblr.
No matter how awful I feel this song makes me...
getoverherejerk: I wish I could credit this. If anyone knows where it’s from or who wrote it, please let me know!