I work at Anthro! Just sayin’.
Let’s get married ASAP.
Yes. I do this sometimes. This is a thing I do so I guess it’s also a thing you can do. I try to go for regular pockets though because I feel like it. If you want cargo pockets that’s also okay.
What about Crew Cuts? The J. Crew little kids section?
Nodstrom shoe department. Best shoe deparment around.
I bet your thighs are hot. Don’t worry about it and wear short shorts if you want to.
or as i call them, “me things”
oh god, this is strange timing because this has been at least #3 on my list of Top Ten Things I’m Worried About This Week because i got two that really touched me this week – to be honest with you it might be zero percent. is that terrible? do you hate me?
and it’s crazy because i love you so much. i worship you guys. i worship your emails. there are lines from emails people have sent me that i’ve burned into my brain or quoted onto sticky-notes. there are days when your emails define my emotional reality. i would not still be doing this were it not for your emails. and when the e-mails aren’t intensely personal towards me, but just towards AS, i’ll forward them to laneia/rachel/laura/alex and that email will get us through the next two weeks, it will melt our hearts into teeny tiny gooey droplets and remind us why we do this.
it’s like – thinking about responding to one, i have to respond to all of them, and sometimes a response would take as long as writing a post, and i need to write a post, too. i need to write a post so i can talk to the person who wrote the email and all the other people, too. logistically i literally don’t have the time to respond to all of them, and picking and choosing makes me feel like an even bigger asshole than responding to nobody. like i still have an email from my mom from three days ago i’ve not found ten minutes to respond to yet. every day i get about 100 emails – not from readers, just in general – and i have all of my notifications turned off on all external services (as in, i don’t get emails from wordpress, facebook, formspring, twitter, anything – nothing) and still there are 100 ppl who have things to say to me.
once upon a time, i did respond to all of them (there weren’t many, back then), and then they’d respond back, and then i’d respond back, and then within a few weeks they’d hate me ‘cause i didn’t have enough time to keep responding back while continuing to do the work that brought them to me to begin with, and i’d wished i’d just stayed silent all along, 'cause then they’d maybe still like me.
i don’t know how to explain this but it’s like i have too many feelings to write into an email. the most honest thing i can do is live within its truth. maybe i need an auto-reply that says “thank you for changing my life, i wish i had words as beautiful as yours.” or “now it goes both ways, because now you’re carrying my words and i’m carrying your words, too.” or maybe i should just link to this
“Ohio’s capital city (and the third largest city in the Midwest) has everything you’d ever need, including the world’s best ice cream, one of the country’s largest universities, and a hoppin’ LGBTQ scene.”
i HATED IT. basically it was played as a storyline between two straight girls with lesbian subtext. if i wanted that, i would watch a show about two straight girls who had lesbian subtext – and by the way, i wouldn’t watch that show because i’m not entertained by lesbian subtext. i don’t get the rizzoli & isles thing, whatever. i think it’s fun to make jokes about lesbian subtext, but i’ve never been invested in it in any real way.
have you ever had a night with someone you really wanted to hook up with, and like everything was in place – the person was sleeping over, you were a little drunk, something, something, whatever – and then you DON’T hook up, and the next day you’re like, “okay, if it didn’t happen last night, it’s never gonna happen”? that’s how i felt after that episode.
and the reason that’s not fair is because we WEREN’T watching a show about two straight girls who had lesbian subtext but ultimately could never truly be happy or sensible together and were both obsessed and ultimately ‘saved’ by the boys they loved. as of season five we were watching a story about a genderqueer pansexual girl and a bisexual girl, i thought. so honestly, WHY didn’t anything happen? that’s insane! these kids fuck each other every chance they get. skins isn’t the show that’s supposed to make us settle for subtext! SKINS!
i had to turn it off when mini and that fucking weird dude were dancing with heterosexual joy near the end
I miss the night-fires, I miss the abandon and the rampant self-destruction. I miss knowing everything wasn’t right but not caring because I was so alive, because it was so fun or so vivid or so full or because I hit the streets with all I had. I miss absolving myself of responsibility for myself. I miss the future we used to talk about with such generosity. I miss the stories we believed in and I want to write the ones we never told. I want so many things.
um, i think i tell myself “if you weren’t freaking out all the time about being scared of other people’s reactions to what you’re saying, you could get a lot more done and probably drink less, you crazy fucking idiot.” so i don’t know if i have anything to offer you in this department.