am i the only one who call pull off baby bangs anymore? (raymi doesn't count, she can pull off anything). they make me look androgynous. i told dom i look masculine, so he made fun of me by asking me to fuck him with my new dick. anyone got a strapon? ok i don't think he actually told me to fuck him but i'm gonna pretend he said that anyway. strapon?
new ikea summer catalogue makes me pretend-interested in gardening but once i actually step into our weed-infested lawn i'll run away in fear. bugs bring out my inner patheticness. apparently it's quite amusing.
for those of you who wondered where i was last night... birthday night was spent with boy, linguine pesto, lemon&herbs chicken, lingerie, dr. who, and some wolf&blass chardonnay.
this saturday my posse of bitches and i are gonna walk around a park and drink ourselves silly to commemorate my birthedness.
what's with everyone's birthdays being this month? what is so sexy about august that makes people wanna have babies? labour day weekend? i don't get it.
there are more disconnected thoughts but i haven't been carrying my notebook around with me, so they're lost in my head somewhere. next time i'll just start writing them on my hands.
and i know how cliched it is to take mirror self-portraits but fuck are they ever convenient.
one last thing: to all the fuckers who have a problem with me taking photographs: fuck you and the stupid faces you make. what, you afraid i'm gonna take a picture of you and put it on the internet, exposing to the world just how ugly you are? don't worry. i don't want your hideousness to break the lens anyway. fucktard.
