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30 March 2005 @ 09:24 pm
Kate Borenstein in Arlington, VA... check it out... I'm looking it up to put up more information...

So, stay posted, all my gender-fucking, gender-fucked, who-gives-a-fuck-about-gender, what-the-fuck-is-gender, wanna-fuck-my-gender friends...

30 March 2005 @ 09:30 pm
ok, can't find shit for information. google is sad, tonight, but not as sad as those unsuspecting highschool athletes whose race times keep showing up in my google search. little do they know...

*mwah hahahaha*

*picture a boy thinking* hmmm... wonder what those lesbians across the street are doing. i'm housesitting for frank again. i saw them peeping out through the blinds earlier when i was walking the dog.

i want to go out to chaos tonight, but i don't think anyone is going to be there. last time at chaos was such a blast, i don't wanna go and fuck up my impressions of wednesdays there...

i wanna write haiku:

manliness is frail
teddy roosevelt did fear
race war was his cure.

obviously, i'm learning alot from bederman (see prev. post)

talked to a Prof. today whom i totally admire and relate to, about my future academic plans. he basically volunteered himself to be a mentor-type dude in this whole gradschool process. he's great -- just exactly perfect portions of intellectual arrogance, intellectual brilliance and quick wit -- definitely fodder for more Prof. crushes... newest recommendation: decide what the hell you want to study and then go ahead and go into a Ph.D. program, forgo a separate M.A. and earn it along the way.

"oh, great," says wide-eyed and hopeful boy, "that's easy - just decide what i want to study and talk about and be obsessed with, decorate my house with, eat/sleep/breathe for the better part of the next decade. of course. that's the easy part. then we can talk about recommendations, personal statements and transcripts."

i think i'm going to call peter pan and run away to Neverland. (NOT mr. jacksons, however)...
30 March 2005 @ 09:39 pm
omigod. just checked out pics from last dyke night at the eagle.

why, oh why, do i smile in pictures. now i really look like i'm 12. yikes.


(claire called me dill today on my voicemail and i like it. i also like pickles and "To Kill a Mockingbird", both of which have to do with "dill"...)

ok, enough babbling. back to reading.

oh, oh, i've got another quote... so, now you gotta guess where this is from (it's easy):

"Were you really disgusted by that thing I did with my lipstick?"
30 March 2005 @ 09:55 pm
this cracks me up. too bad i don't have one of those piercings. they need a category for people who are just into poking holes for the sake of poking holes, yes?

You scored as Dirty Piercings. AH!!! You dirty person you! Put that away!!! Who did that for you!? Your the kinkiest of the kinkiest and probably think you're hot stuff. Well, maybe you are but that's kinda nasty. Ew. Weirdo.


Dirty Piercings


Labret Piercing


Cartilage Piercing




Tongue Piercing


Lip Piercing


Earlobe Piercing


Belly Button Piercing


Nose Piercing


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