A few note-worthy events have happened in the past few days, and I have not, until now, had time to write about any of them ( Read more... )

Warning: Tired rant at 3:30 in the fucking morning. Take nothing seriously (or only that which is absolutely brilliant ( Read more... )

It's been completely unintentional, but I've really been getting in touch with my "feminine side" a lot lately ( Read more... )

Last night was my first real day of Victoria's Secret, though I did help change the TO store over to holiday 1 merchandise on Sunday, and let me tell you -- I HAD NO IDEA HANGING UP PANTIES WAS SO DIFFICULT! I seriously spent 10 minutes on one pair. It was ridiculous. Panties were not meant to be hung up ( Read more... )

I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage ( Read more... )

Tomorrow's my birthday. 19 years old, yippee. It's my first birthday where I am not excited at the prospect of getting older. Everything up to 18 is exciting-takes-forever-can't-wait. But now I feel like it's another year on my belt, and with it comes loss and disease and wrinkles and all the bad things about growing up, and eventually dying ( Read more... )

I was flipping through channels on the tele today. I stopped on CNN which was doing one of those random stories it does sometimes. It was about love and it's neurological effect on the brain. It showed that someone in the early stages of love is stimulated in the most primitive area of the brain, implying, the scientists said, that love is a drive ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday Iris Smoot.
To a flower of a girl.
I hope your day brought you everything you deserve (which it certainly didn't, because you deserve rain and hot chocolate with lovers and a genie of the lamp and the best camera that man ever built).
You are beautiful (and legal now).

My hair right now is a mane. I love it when it is a mane and I am a lion ( Read more... )

i am sick. *sniffle ( Read more... )