I hate today.
Are we 12?
Why must I be the bid doof who keeps believing your lies?
I am gonna hide inside until you can all act like adults.

Ok...so when you meet a handsome fella and he treats you with respect and he isn't just trying to get in your pants, and he can actually talk to you about books and music, and he isn't ashamed to admit he is into you in front of people, and he hugs you in front of his friends, and gives you kisses good bye and hello, and knows who the hell mingus and chomsky are, and has no shame in singing along with girl groups, and he doesn't want you around just to help use you for your connections, and he doesn't care how cool you are or who you know, and he isn't an ego maniac, and he is honest about what he is willing to give and what he isn't, and he isn't hyperbolic, and he doesn't spurt out I love you just cuz he feels he has to, and he doesn't care if you're funny, just if you're you, and he is just a person who exists apart from you and that is ok, and he is startlingly attractive, and makes you feel funny when you make too much eye contact, well....it makes a girl feel pretty good.
finally....sheesh.
don't worry...I give it 3 weeks before i do something awkward and destructive.

I don't need to know everything you are doing.
Do we no longer exist if we are not validated by blogging?
yes..livejournal, i realize the hypocrisy here.
Tomorrow i will tweet every 20 minutes...just in case someone may miss something really important about me.
Don't worry, I will be sure to post them everywhere.

I don't want to!
I don't want to!
(insert stomping fit)
I want to do whatever i want to do...not the annoying tasks, not the unfun stuff.
I just want to play and be happy and have fun shows and make magic and sit in my garden and hang out at coffee shops and stalk people on the internet and travel to fun places and drink fancy drinks.
Waaa waaa waaa!!!

that is all.
now I will go be an adult again.
BORING!!

he is very pleased.
and flatulent.

fyi....when people say he looks like an irish wolfhound...this is the nightmare future i see.

yeah.
good shows
good people
nothing better than bringing down the house.
I am patting you all on the back...then I will give myself a reach around.

I'm gonna see some beards and mustache
I'm gonna drink and smile real big
I'm gonna see some beard and mustache
I'm gonna act like a big dumb girl.

I just love the misprint party
I feel like they throw it for me
I just love some beard and mustache
I'm gonna be superficial.

I'm gonna see some beards and mustache
I'm gonna drink and smile real big
I'm gonna see some beard and mustache
I'm gonna act like a big dumb girl.

well...it finally happened.
I just got punched in the face by reality and my body reels back, wounded, exhausted, knocked out. Not just metaphorically.
I saw it coming but I decided not to hit below the belt.
I put up a good fight but he threw the final sucker punch.
I am putting down my gloves.
I am curling up with tea and some Agatha Christie.
I will knit something that only fits my toes and i will never teach anyone the stitch.
It will be secret and quiet and cozy and no one will know and it won't matter cuz its mine.
And with each step I take towards a life away from people who wish me harm, my tiny well insulated toes will whisper..."fuck you fuck you (someone's name that rhymes with you)"

yes i am knitting toe muffs.

how cute my dog is and how much he likes to party.

I wish cloning was in effect so I could make more of me and more of my favorite people and then at least one version of ourselves would always be on vacation and having a great time and they could write us postcards and we wouldn't be bitter because we are them and they are us and we are having fun somewhere, right?