steven said something today that made me crack up for who knows how long.
Steven: she's a big fan of the "entire sermon ripped from the bible" school of thought
me: you dont need the bible to learn how to not be an idiot
Steven: .........
i see
well, her favorite NYC church basically sermoned from the Bible
boring as fuck
me: being a good person isnt completely dependent on being a christian
Steven: with me sitting there the whole time thinking
me: oh
graet lol
Steven: so.......if i think your book is full of shit
but no
i don't think the Bible is full of shit
i think it's a lot more outdated than it should be
that's why i thought up a potential sitcom
to modernize it
Jessica loved my idea
Derek said it was the worst thing to happen to Christianity since the Crusades
me: hahaha oh derek.
Steven: but yeah
here's my 5 minute pilot idea
Emmanuel is a freshman in high school
parents are like, "you're too shy and introverted"
me: HAHAHAHAHA
Steven: join a club
Steven: .........
me: i second the crusade thing
Steven: so!!!
Steven: being in California
he joins the beach volleyball club
me: LOL
me: THIS IS HORRIFICALLY BAD
me: OH MY GOD
this continues for another 10 minutes. he's not even done yet. there are wrestling matches with The Rock (get it? i almost wish i hadn't)
and that's how i spent the evening laughing harder than i have in weeks.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
il faut en finir
gross, i'm being dramatic again. and it's only 1:30 in the afternoon. DERP DERP
other people are so good at saying things you feel. maybe that's how we connect to each other; we are all so different and all the same. our guts, and roots, and wants (and we never stop wanting)-- the only thing people ever die of is hunger--
anyway, i've mostly stopped the tweeting, and talking about it, gchatting, facebooking, what have you. this blog was really the last place i was lingering. as was expected; writing, O solace through the years. the last...greedy pocket of feeling that i was hoarding. this, below? this is exactly it. something i doubt i could have ever articulated, a final letting go of something that shouldn't have meant as much to me as it did. as it still does. but we press on, we must press on.
---
Love_meme, I love you, I love posting on you but it's an hour until New Years and this year, 2011, I am not going to post about her at all. Not even one time.
So, this is the last time I'm saying it. I love you, I love everything you are and next year I'm going to be okay with you not loving me and our plans for a future not ever coming true because even though we haven't been together, I still love you and I love everything you are and you're an amazing person. You don't need me, heck, I think that's been proved for a while now and...idk, I guess it's fine, like, you don't. Ugh, I don't know how to word this at all. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't need you to love me, like me or even talk to me anymore because it doesn't really change anything at all, and that's okay.
lol how pathetic is it that I started crying typing this because letting go hurts so much. Man. Okay, last time. Iloveyou, iloveyou, iloveyou never ever change.
_anonymous
---
other people are so good at saying things you feel. maybe that's how we connect to each other; we are all so different and all the same. our guts, and roots, and wants (and we never stop wanting)-- the only thing people ever die of is hunger--
anyway, i've mostly stopped the tweeting, and talking about it, gchatting, facebooking, what have you. this blog was really the last place i was lingering. as was expected; writing, O solace through the years. the last...greedy pocket of feeling that i was hoarding. this, below? this is exactly it. something i doubt i could have ever articulated, a final letting go of something that shouldn't have meant as much to me as it did. as it still does. but we press on, we must press on.
---
Love_meme, I love you, I love posting on you but it's an hour until New Years and this year, 2011, I am not going to post about her at all. Not even one time.
So, this is the last time I'm saying it. I love you, I love everything you are and next year I'm going to be okay with you not loving me and our plans for a future not ever coming true because even though we haven't been together, I still love you and I love everything you are and you're an amazing person. You don't need me, heck, I think that's been proved for a while now and...idk, I guess it's fine, like, you don't. Ugh, I don't know how to word this at all. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't need you to love me, like me or even talk to me anymore because it doesn't really change anything at all, and that's okay.
lol how pathetic is it that I started crying typing this because letting go hurts so much. Man. Okay, last time. Iloveyou, iloveyou, iloveyou never ever change.
_anonymous
---
2:54a
oh, my god, i really was treated like such shit, wasn't i?
wow.
do you think he even realizes?
...
naaaaaaah.
wow.
do you think he even realizes?
...
naaaaaaah.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
priorities
if you're asking whether i'm willing to carry a six pack of westvleteren beer in my backpack for 30 days across 14 cities, the answer is yes. if you're asking whether i'm going to, the answer is hell yeah.
Monday, May 23, 2011
ass and titties
so i rode on marta again today, and it reminded me of this one time, i was wearing this super low cut black lace top during the summer. i got stared at by creepy mexican guys, hit on by a creepy black dude, and followed home and asked to get into the car of a creepy asian dude. after saying no, he followed me to my house and waited outside for a good five minutes before driving away.
that day was probably an extreme case, but it made me realize something i usually keep in mind with me at all times, at least on some level:
if you dress like a commodity, you'll be treated like a commodity.
andy says that fishermen choose which fish to catch by the type of bait they use. so if you use your body as bait, all you'll catch is that type of guy.
i know it gets attention. the girl there with the D cup and the short shorts and low cut tank is gonna get tons of attention. but i think i don't want that type of attention anyway, because maybe, maybe that's not the type of guy i want. all guys will look; i'm not naive. but for some people, maybe personality is more important.
i wanna be mind bait. or career bait. or heart bait, or something worthwhile.
if you wanna take up with someone who puts out on the first week, be my guest.
i can do better than that; than you, with me, on all counts.
TL;DR suck it, bitch
that day was probably an extreme case, but it made me realize something i usually keep in mind with me at all times, at least on some level:
if you dress like a commodity, you'll be treated like a commodity.
andy says that fishermen choose which fish to catch by the type of bait they use. so if you use your body as bait, all you'll catch is that type of guy.
i know it gets attention. the girl there with the D cup and the short shorts and low cut tank is gonna get tons of attention. but i think i don't want that type of attention anyway, because maybe, maybe that's not the type of guy i want. all guys will look; i'm not naive. but for some people, maybe personality is more important.
i wanna be mind bait. or career bait. or heart bait, or something worthwhile.
if you wanna take up with someone who puts out on the first week, be my guest.
i can do better than that; than you, with me, on all counts.
TL;DR suck it, bitch
Saturday, May 21, 2011
30 rock
"it's not that simple. now what if they try to trap you, like nicole tried to do on the bus? bitches can be tricky. i'm going to get some strawberry milk."
_tracy jordan jr. ~10yrs (maybe)
_tracy jordan jr. ~10yrs (maybe)
Friday, May 20, 2011
bric a brac
AHHH, POST WORKOUT THROWING UP. GRAET. I SURE MISSED THIS
p.s going to westvleteren abbey in belgium. this is so important to me. you have no idea how happy i am that i'll be able to go here.
my mom was talking about my dad and how he was getting sentimental over our childhood pictures. which made me realize, oh, uh oh, maybe i get it from him.
the title of this post is from a t s eliot poem. not sure which. pretty sure i loved it though!
world not ending guyz? :/
come on, skinny love, just last a year
pour a little salt, we were never here
ever since mildly separating myself from twitter, it seems to have lost some of its appeal. are people just not posting or is it one of those things where you realize how strange it is after leaving? can i call it facebook-itis? but where will i put my SUPER DEEP SIMPLY STATED THOUGHTS?
saw a recent picture of tim with his girlfriend. he looks really, really happy. i hope i can find someone like that too, soon.
the thing about twitter is, am i now thinking less thoughts?
et qui va promener les chiens?
p.s going to westvleteren abbey in belgium. this is so important to me. you have no idea how happy i am that i'll be able to go here.
my mom was talking about my dad and how he was getting sentimental over our childhood pictures. which made me realize, oh, uh oh, maybe i get it from him.
the title of this post is from a t s eliot poem. not sure which. pretty sure i loved it though!
world not ending guyz? :/
come on, skinny love, just last a year
pour a little salt, we were never here
ever since mildly separating myself from twitter, it seems to have lost some of its appeal. are people just not posting or is it one of those things where you realize how strange it is after leaving? can i call it facebook-itis? but where will i put my SUPER DEEP SIMPLY STATED THOUGHTS?
saw a recent picture of tim with his girlfriend. he looks really, really happy. i hope i can find someone like that too, soon.
the thing about twitter is, am i now thinking less thoughts?
et qui va promener les chiens?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
