it is legal for a woman to go without a shirt. to walk around as free and topless as a man.
i did not know this.
i am not comfortable in my own skin
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category : mehz0rz
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i dig and dig and search and scrutinize…analyze my ass off, really.
and then i find something, usually when i’m not even meaning to really look anymore, that instantly fills me with endless doubt and dismay.
my superhero power is to fuck up really good things, apparently.
doubt > consistency
worry > empirical evidence
and no matter how hard i try, i can’t seem to remember…
past != present
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category : amuserings & musings
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note to self: bake things more often.
specifically, cakey sweet things with interesting toppings. include frosting more often.
and yes, i know, i’ve never been a big frosting fan and prefer muffins to cupcakes or if need be: cupcakes without the trouble of frosting. but let’s just say that that particular baking item has endeared itself to me just a little bit.
this is exactly the kind of thing to pull me out of my mid-afternoon slump.
well, that and a delicious cup of chai from 1369. yum and yum.
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category : daily grind, mehz0rz
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something is very off today. and i don’t know, i think it initially started all the way back with me waking up feeling uber wonky sunday morning. i’ve been just slightly off ever since.
battlestar and cupcakes and comics aren’t really helping at this point in time. the finale didn’t even feel like a finale and nothing was resolved — also: nobody fucks with jimi hendrix and gets away with it (the more i think about the music in the finale the more i hope bear mccreary goes off and chokes on a dick). cupcakes are only really fun for a while, ultimately i am not that much of a fan of frosting and their makeup makes it so that they don’t really “store” well, not without mushing up frosting and sprinkles and such. and i’ve already plowed through all the issues of battle pope that i bought and re-read both books of the maxx and am thus without anything to read on my daily commute to work.
also, i totally hauled ass into work mad early to setup for a meeting that got canceled and rescheduled for tomorrow. so, tomorrow i haul ass in early again…woo…
meh.
just…meh.
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category : g33kd0m
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does.not.compute.
and it’s too late for me to process anything right now, so i’ll just tack up some wisdom o’ colbert:
“If you like Battlestar Galactica, you’re probably a huge nerd.”
-Stephen Colbert
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category : daily grind, movies
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this morning i woke up and showered with rainbows. i shit you not, fucking rainbows in my shower. sunlight + window + shower = awesome. and if that’s not a sign that the day is going to be full of loveliness, i don’t know what is.
the weather? awesomely close to actual spring! (in fact, spring has officially sprung, motherfuckers) i could just spend all day frolicking around outside, really. i wish i could.
and even douchebag vendors callin’ up and trying to get all up in my business can’t bring me down. because you know what? i can just hang the fuck up. how sweet is it to have control like that? if i don’t like what you’re peddlin’ my way…click!
even better? tonight we’re totally going to see Teenage Mutant motherfuckin’ Ninja Turtles. wooooooo!!! i’m so excited. my love for TMNT knows no bounds, really. and i’ve loved all the trailers so far but i am a little bit worried about a.) the low low kiddie-friendly rating and b.) sarah michelle gellar’s inclusion in the film. cuz you know, she sucks all the dicks of failure ever.
but…TMNT!!! squee!
and tomorrow: comics & the new LCD soundsystem album. aw yeah.
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category : daily grind, mehz0rz
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exactly one half of my business trip went ok. one half of it was fun and beautiful and refreshing. precisely in the middle of the day of the middle day of my trip, the world turned to bullshit…and continued exactly up until the moment i set foot back in my apartment.
i never want to stay in hotel 71 ever again, so long as i live. whether or not i’ll get to stick to this choice, however, is entirely up to my job. but seriously? fuck.them.so.hard. FUCK. THEM. fuck the hotel, fuck the staff, fuck the desk, fuck the managers, fuck p. reggio, fuck p. smith, fucking FUCK hotel 71. i have…literally spluttering with rage and just so stressed. i mean, i had a lovely time with the office folk and in the office and working, but fuck man. i didn’t go for fun i went to work and the stress nearly killed that.
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