I have the biggest crush on Eddie Izzard

8,886

eight thousand eight hundred eighty six
eight thousand eight hundred eighty six miles

i let my dependence go
maybe we can have a real friendship one day
once you respect me as a valid person

youre my willing suspension of disbelief
youre the only real person i know

the failed woman

always dies in the end of the movie
its inevitable

because her strength will not be over taken by tenoch's insecurities

I have not been strong and here and I live


hopefully a better life, things are looking up

Sweat Pants = Privilege

today was the multicultural conference

and today

i found out

sweatpants equals privilege

because if you don't have to care how you look if your probably not employed

and sweatpants in themselves are worn for comfort

and what is comfort? if not a privilege

privilege is an addiction, a habitus passed down through generations 

and it exists in many naturalized forms and easily takes presence without acknowledgment 

sweatpants equal privilege

inbox

its like i wasn't even there, as if i had no part in anything and the blanks were just being filled in by everything he wanted from me.

nothing much but a new year

i think I'm only writing right now because I'm at my parent's house and there isn't anywhere to sleep and this keyboard is different.

this is my first post in a significant amount of time and I'm not sure I've got anything relevant to say. my oldest cat is being particularly noisy. I'm waiting for my phone to buzz (not ring). the only messages I'm getting lately are from ex-lovers and boys who wish they were. oh, and Brian ward, who crushes everyone in a contest of character.

its a new year, new hopes, new dreams. I'm pretty terrified, but I'm happy to have 2008 behind me.

PB&J and spaghetti

are the only things i've had time/energy to forge and consume these days
soooooo much work. gross.
sometimes the idea of controlling time sounds really wonderful
oh if only i had majored in mad science.

I miss this: