Relationships are dumb and I wish I was a cheetah so my only concern would be which gazelle am I gonna fuck up tonight
Literally "Happy chance," but it means "Nice to meet you" in Arabic. (I chose the name when I was living in Egypt.)
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why do i so frequently allow myself to fall into the role of mothering men
why do i remember their commitments and wake them up so they can be sure to fulfill them even though it’s not my fault they’re asleep at 5pm
why do i find myself being the one who has to deal with the fact that my friend didn’t get his apartment cleaned up in time for the landlord to come by and look at it and end up having to sit in his living room being vewwy vewwy quiet and pretending no one’s here like a child because he can’t be bothered to get out of bed and explain himself to the guy
why do i answer and explain every single question that my totally not-self-aware and fairly ignorant friend (different guy) puts to me, why do i not say “google motherfucker, do you use it”
why do i let them invade my space and time (so many) and keep potentially hurtful information from them (so many) because i feel responsible for their emotional well-being
why have i allowed my exes to rely on me for their emotional well-being
oh wait. i know why.
the project for 2013 is radical ingrate praxis. also i need to work on building that party nunnery. WHO’S WITH ME.
I would watch the hell out of that musical.
Right? That one time she fought off an entire pack of wolves by herself would make a hell of an eleven o’ clock number. The GRUMPY BLUEBIRD could stare them into submission while the eagle soars overhead in the snowstorm, screeching in harmony.
I vote the time she almost beat a gunslinger to death for being a racist sexist ass at her for the pre-intermission finale. That can be the moment GRUMPY BLUEBIRD shows up to join her merry band. He likes her style.
…AM I FICCING HTIS RIGHT NOW? I DON’T EVEN WRITE FIC
eccecorinna replied to your post: UGH BOYS when a girl says “no thanks i don’t want…
ugh. sorry to hear about that. I will ready the cocktails in the party nunnery.
GOD YES THE PARTY NUNNERY. I can’t believe I forgot about it in my hour of need. I’ll meet you by the vinoduct.
(if anyone wants to know what a party nunnery is I suggest they explore the tag #PARTY NUNNERY)
iseulttoinjury replied to your post: UGH BOYS when a girl says “no thanks i don’t want…
AND THIS ONE LIVES WITH ME. Although to be fair I feel pretty confident it’s going to be fine going forward. Still. Weird. (I cited that as one reason us hooking up would be a bad idea and apparently this concept didn’t make any sense to him??? Like, HOW IS THAT EVER NOT WEIRD?)