Lady Thought, Vision King

Please note - Costumes are welcome; however, anything resembling a weapon (whether part of a costume or not) will not be allowed in to the venue. Aluminum cans used as part of a costume must be empty. Be kind to your fellow little monsters - don’t wear a costume that will endanger others. Non-professional cameras with less than a 3 inch lens are allowed. No video cameras.

that’s the warning in the email from Ticketmaster about the Gaga show on Saturday. Going with Elspeth - and Kat and Keith? Aiiieeee. Almost three weeks back, it’s taking time, it’s gonna take time.

Walking is helpful, fresh breezes. I like to walk without aim and go where I please - I get a seizing when it’s wrong so I desist.

Army surplus, wool gloves yeah. :) I do sound pretentious in these posts! I think it’s because on some fundamental level, I still harbor a fear of what others think of me. Plus, I definitely fear the revelation of any small secret thus cheapens it.

Lunchtime!

“I’m so bored. I wish I could write but I really wish I could shop or something”

fortunaforme

I am far less easily offended in America.

Also this home is a bastion

Overeating healthy breakfast
barking dog
Dana has cancer in the L Word oops spoiler
neck hurts from dancing
questioning emotional boundaries
not reading oops
not worrying oops
masturbating
eating
coffee
repairing my PS2
A Single Man soundtrack

WHEN DID I GROW SHAME I DONT WANT TO CARE WHAT ANYONE THINKS BAHHH

Everyone in Inception Yep

Marion Cotillard is so pretty AND emotionally moving.

To be or not to be - NOT. Stop - I ain’t ready yet.

The Burger King in stanwood is so damn nice. Hi matt

… but after what they’re doing to Tina, out of the BLUE…

fuck this show. I’m still gonna watch though

I can’t write anymore

I’m trapped on Facebook because

if I stay in and don’t use the internet, I’m lonely

if I try to go for a walk, my dog goes crazy

I am in a culdesac
on a hill

I have no car

I have food here

using an iPhone as a phone again, and not just a music player.

sitting on my cushy bed in my tiny room, looking at the decorations that haven’t changed since high school. Including a Sailor Moon poster covered in glitter, and a photo of Las Vegas.

Feeling kind of nervous but also definitely ready.

I want to systematically - or chaotically - remove as much extraneous material from my life as possible, leaving room for me and what I am/can be.

watching the L Word at 4 AM while procrastinating on cleaning shit out of my room.

My parents putting up balloons with happy messages like “I don’t want to be happy, I want to be with you” and “I can’t wait to hug you”, filling the fridge with Haggen goodies and a huge glass jar of fancy chocolate milk, and letting me sleep for seven hours, sequestered away from the monstrous adorable Blizzard.

wondering what it’ll be like tomorrow - this is still a dream, but I know it’s really reality!

My parents not only took me to red robin after a not so tearful but super delightful goodbye to queen jo at the airport, but…

they also covered the house in balloons with nice words on them, that they had written in sharpie, gave the dog a haircut, cleaned the house, redone my room, and stocked the fridge and kitchen with YUMMY ASS FOOD including this BOMB ASS CHOCOLATE MILK from Savannah Farms.

Welcome home, baby.