okay now everyone the polls are open now go out and vote! Preferably for Pres. Obama because he isn’t the figurehead of evil, lying corporate monsters. Do you want/need to stay on your parents’ healthcare plan? OBAMA. Do you want to get the hell out of the Middle East? OBAMA. Do you want the rich to pay the taxes they should instead of keep having them lie about making new jobs? vote OBAMA.
this has been a dandeliondriftr psa. Happiness and peace to y’all
Does anyone else find it kind of dumb to write a fanfic about another fanfic? Or just the whole fanfiction thing in general… I don’t know, I don’t get it.
I’m tired and I’m tired of being tired and hungry and I’m frustrated and need help trying to get a job and school and ugh everything is too much. :(
I’m just so goddamn lonely. Nobody understands what’s in my head. Tomorrow is the start of another working week and I’ll be all alone all day while I make an extremely meager sum of money on eBay selling old DVDs. FML.
I just realized how cool Reddit is.
I spent the weekend with my honey smoking and drinking, watching movies, listening to music, and thrift shopping. This is the happiest I’ve felt in a long time :):)
At the Goodwill Superstore we found, he discovered a lot of cool things, but one thing in particular sticks out. It’s a giant (3 by 3 feet almost?) painting of two crosses with about a paragraph of text written below each of them. One side is handwritten in large, angular script with a red pen, and the other is typed with every word capitalized. Both inscriptions are complete nonsense with some religious bits thrown in. We think that a crazy person made it, it’s so rad. His name was Brian and it says he made it for a guy named Mike. Gonna hang it in our dining room as a conversation piece haha, I’ll post a pic sometime.
anyone else have a xanga? I’m ch1mpunk on xanga let’s be fraaaaaands.
ohhh the response to my confession about women/feminism is making me laugh. no i don’t think i’m special or anything, i was just being honest on my own damn blog. tough cookies.
on another note, everyone should listen to seabear’s first album because it is a masterpiece. it makes me feel like i am in the woods looking at the stars. :)
now off to make mushroomburgers for dinner for me and my love <3
A confession.
I am, unfortunately, female. And I hate women. Most of the people I talk to are not women. The only woman I really truly like and admire is my boyfriend’s mom. I think women in general are self-centered, shallow, annoying, bitchy, and need to fucking shut up. I hate feminism too. I tested this by looking at #feminism and I had to close it after a minute because it just pissed me off too damn much to read the posts.
Let’s clarify, for the inevitable haters… This does not mean I treat women differently than I treat men. I have crippling social anxiety and both terrify me equally, so I converse in quiet, scared deference and respect. This does not mean that, if you are a woman, I hate YOU personally. You could be a wonderful person, but I just don’t know you. It means that it is the way I feel in general. I did say I like my boyfriend’s mom, after all, so this isn’t a totally 100% thing, it’s more of a 99.9999%, lol…
OMFG last night I saw Daniel Johnston at the Union Transfer in Philly FRONT ROW. He was fucking incredibleeeee I highly recommend anyone who is thinking of seeing him to go and do it! He sang fabulously and with so much passion. His Beatles covers were great and his band was very nice! My boyfriend and I bought 4 signed prints to hang in our new house :):)
in a few minutes i have to leave for an interview to get into ITT Tech to get a degree i don’t want to get a job i don’t want and i have to go there all alone and im terrified :(:(:(
I won’t be tumblin much for a couple days because my boyfriend and I are moving! Love you all and see you soon <3
I had a dream that I was at some kind of camp held in a big house that was sort of like this awesome vintage house me and my boyfriend looked at. My friend Casey was there. I couldn’t find out which bunk I was supposed to sleep on. Some girl was bullying me and I told her I wouldn’t tolerate it anymore. I was in some kind of classroom and I went to the bathroom and took off my shirt. I tried to find another, but I couldn’t, and then I lost my shirt. I went back into the classroom half-naked and looked for a shirt but still couldn’t find one and after a silence, the whole class and the teacher started laughing at me.
Everyone was going to go see an opera but I couldn’t because I had no money. When camp was over, I was outside the house raking leaves with my father, my boyfriend, and my brother. My brother was wearing a strange shiny yellow and blue outfit with a tube top.
Some guy down the street was calling Asian people yellow and generally being a racist asshole. When he walked by, I confronted him about it. He left, but then rounded up all his friends. There were probably a few hundred people. They were chasing me. My father was upset that I’d provoked them, but I wanted to be brave and I was proud of myself for standing up for myself again. I became dizzy and had to sit down for a minute, then I felt better. All of the people came inside the house and I thought they were going to destroy everything, which was worrisome since I did not own the house and didn’t want to be held responsible for any damage. However, instead of attacking, they gathered around the couches and began to give a concert. I went outside and climbed a huge fire tower and found a bunch of luggage at the top.
I’m missing a bunch of the details but I feel like this ended up being a pretty decent effort at recording my dream. Whew, what a weird one.
