Jun 13, 2013
The number of times i have tried and failed to spider top someone since yesterday is now Two.
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The number of times i have tried and failed to spider top someone since yesterday is now Two.
I absolutely went to quit my job while on poppers today.
They asked me not to quit. I told them "give me some time off and I'll think about it." They gave me the time off.
I'm not going to think about it.
I got myself the first baseball hat i've ever owned as a present. It says 'Troll Queen'.
Can someone teach me how to tattoo? Should i just get a gun and start tattooing myself? Preferably while on poppers? Should i just get the other kind of gun and become an egoist? And still do poppers?
Some day i will follow through on my goal of writing a book titled "Portrait Of The Trans Woman As A Young Man" and roughly 3 people will chuckle to themselves.
Of course someone else has probably made this joke already.
some hapless version of the scenario of scheming ways to steal Le Creuset brand ceramic-coated cast iron cookware is so regularly featured in my sleeping dreams, that i am trying desperately to unravel its symbology regarding adulthood.
in one dream vignette, i'm in the post-apocolyptic squatter punk mall stuffing heavy saucepans into my backpack.
in another, i'm at a dumpy version of the college i went to that features new sculptures of 6 ft tall marble heads of plato and dave grohl and nietzche faceplanted in snow-blotted dirt, and a Le Creuset store in the campus center where I dart cameras and try/fail to nap a porcelain butter dish, settling for some plastic skeleton earrings instead.
should i just internalize the apparent message that my attempts to grasp the bounty and rewards of adulthood are always trapped within some shitty punk scenario and bound to failure? it's 5:35 am and apparently i don't sleep so who knows.