December 2008
it is 4am and i have one question:
who the fuck lurks in oceans hoping for stranded kids on makeshift rafts to appear so that they can steal them? SRSLY?!?
“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what...”
– John Mayer (via clouds-in-my-coffee)
the minority-off
erin: i totally out minority you lady parts
1. lady
2. adopted
3. gay
4. mexican
5. polish
6. poor
i am the most down trodden person you will ever know
HA
jessica: 1. girl
2. jewish
3. polish
4. poor
5. witnessed a hold up at a bank
6. survived a totally fatal bout with meningitis as a 1 yr old
7. can't wink
though gay and adopted sorta blow my 7 outta the water
and i had to ask for help to figure out how i'm unique
erin: no no
not unique
repressed
not winking totally does not count
dude
nor does illness
jessica: that is a HARDSHIP
erin: n o
jessica: ok not as hard to deal with as many of yours
cut me a break for creativity DAMN
erin: no see, creativity is a plus
and just to totally out do you
i am going to get a black girlfriend
and we are going to adopt a asian jewish baby with red hair
with a disability
jessica: i stand corrected.
on freelance lighting tech men as escorts:
Torrey: we hire him as we need him
me: hmm
me: if only boyfriends were that simple
Torrey: RIGHT?!
me: "hey, i need to hire you for the day"
me: how awesome, a man store.
me: i back it
Torrey: i think they call them escorts?
me: oh god
Torrey: hahahahahahaha
me: i just said that didn't i?
Torrey: preeeeetty much
Torrey: though
Torrey: "man store" sounds much less skeevey