i want to like whiskey, but just cant….. will we ever be friends / drinking buddies / cohorts in crime?
i don’t like crime, but i’ll watch you drink some vodka.
So I’m in a strange city alone. I don’t speak the language. There is a lesbian bar. Do I go anyway?
yes i think i saw this in a movie once.
Please, please, PLEASE interview Marissa from TRLW. That would be A.MAZ.ING!!!
i’ll have more real l word interviews soon, i promise!
The Catholic Bishop in Brooklyn is talking crazy about it, New Jerseyans are suing for it, Rhode Island will take civil unions instead of it (for now), Obama won’t “make news on it” and a city clerk…
Clea Duvall & Ellen Page
my girlfriend warned me she might have mono because her exgirlfriend has mono and they shared a drink the other day. shared a drink. I SHOULDN’T BE MAD PEOPLE SHARE DRINKS ALL THE TIME RIGHT
NO god i hate sharing drinks with people.
GROSS.
Whenever I job search, I’m filled with so much shame and depression that I stop. I can’t do it. I don’t know how. I need to work. I want to. It’s been too long. My degree is useless. Advice?
i f feel this way about a variety of activities, including but not limited to ‘responding to emails’ or 'calling people back about apartments.’ the only way to do it is to do it, which is obvious, but it’s also obvious that you know that and it’s not working for you, so. what i usually do is some combination of tricking myself and/or bargaining with myself - for instance, opening an email and then instantly switching to a different tab, banking on the fact that i will eventually tab back over to check my email, forget it’s on the screen, and end up reading it. or making phone calls i dread on the walk to CVS or the bus, so that there’s only so long it can last.
i recommend some combination of these things, and possibly some element of making it into a game? i am tempted to recommend a drinking game, although i guess strictly speaking drinking doesn’t always um, help with shame and depression. decide that you’re going to watch [show] that comes on in twenty minutes and you’re just going to apply to this job real quick before it comes on, and as soon as you’re done you’re gonna watch [show] and forget about it. make yourself a margarita and then tell yourself you can only have it when you’re done applying to one job. make a date with a friend for an afternoon and race to see how many jobs you can each apply to. apply to really weird and out there jobs that you have no expectation of getting to desensitize yourself; make up a fake email address and pull some overqualifieds. (http://www.amazon.com/Overqualified-Joey-Comeau/dp/1550228587) i don’t know. the goal really is to shift your thinking from “this is impossible, i feel so overwhelmed” to “god this whole thing is so ridiculous and absurd it’s funny, let me make a drink and watch Tabatha’s Salon Makeover while I do it.” that’s really the only way to get through life/the/day anything, if you ask me.
The Real L Word returns with even more drinking and slightly less sperm and no Francine whatsoever.
If you like pineapples so much, why don’t you just marry one!? (I hear it’ll soon be legal in NY, by the way)
i found this on my computer for you, it’s from my pagan wedding in 1999: