Sometimes I see people and I think like “MAN I WISH I WAS PRETTY LIKE THAT” or like “I wish I had relationships with my friends like that” or “damnit why doesn’t anyone want me like people want this person” and then it’s like the reasonable part of my brain starts listing people who DO think that way about me, or specific moments when that happened, but it doesn’t help. For some reason IT’S NOT THE SAME and I don’t understand this bizarre phenomenon.
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I always want to have sex with Chris like 5 minutes before he has to leave for work.
- : what the hell is he wearing
- : why why why why why
- : OMG what is SHE wearing
- : is that supposed to be a sweater
- : WHAT. IS. THAT.
- : look at that hat LOOK AT THAT HAT
this super bright lightning flashed and then this SUPER LOUD BOOM THAT SHOOK MY ENTIRE APT AND KEPT RUMBLING FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES ommmggggg
BIG TERRIFYING STORM RIGHT NOW. Chris heard on the news at his work that there would be a storm, so he came home an hour early to bring the car home to me, so I wouldn’t have to ride my scooter AND GOOD THING, TOO because when I left, the sky was green and dark and scary, and halfway home it started pouring so much everyone was going 10 mph because we couldn’t see. CHUNKS OF TREE were flying off and hitting the car, and branches were all over the place. I got 100% SOAKED just from sprinting from the car to the apt. O_O;;; And when we came in, we discovered that our window was leaking, water damage all over the ceiling but not yet leaking through, and our DOOR DOES NOT WORK. Chris had to lock it to keep from flying open and the entire entryway is flooded.
Then there was a spider in the bathroom.
My life is very scary today.