Off to see Paul Baribeautiful at Wayward. I didn’t expect to find myself but you can see the top of my old pixie cut and the sunglasses I lost yesterday when the camera turns to the right. IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW.
Randomly met John Waters today. I saw flyers around campus with his face on them for pride month but it never occurred to me that he was actually going to visit. I could listen to him talk about anal inflammation and open pedophilia forever with that bewitching voice of his. He told me I have a classy name! Thank you universe for being so magical and thank you John Waters for being tastefully trashy. Is this real life?
It’s super effective.
We were either overwhelmed by the sappiness, collectively food poisoned (thanks Boca Fiesta), or in disagreement with cheap wine. Either way, only one other person and I survived the chaos without excreting humanly goodness today. Vomitines, 2012.
Fruits of my loins! I miss being blissfully unproductive in pjs with this one. We can go on for days without a single fuck.everyone must know about how much i miss playing super smash brothers and eating raw cookie dough with my gainesville counterpart/companion, krystin.
and i also miss her dog.
(Source: onthesurfaceofthelips)
I didn’t want it to come to this but, JEFF MANGUM IS PLAYING IN ATHENS, GEORGIA THE 10TH AND 11TH OF FEBRUARY. I need to be there. I listen to Two-Headed Boy every morning to remind me that I am human. My entire life has lead up to this. Someone needs to rescue me from Gainesville those days. I’ll bake you cookies. It will be an adventure. Everything Is.
Humans. I finally mastered the art of riding bike while drinking coffee without any spilling. I am a junkie now thanks to my horrid time management. If Lamarck were right, the skin and blood of my offspring would be coffee-based. Furthermore, Gainesville and her hidden wonders have really grown on me. I had quite the pleasant day in my sleepless delirium and, if you must know, I am the queen of carrot flowers and the devout heiress of structuralism.
This about sums up how I feel: Mountain Goats, angst, Jean Seberg, and procrastination. Jarring, I know. Covers from Paris and a charming ‘va te faire enculer’ from Gainesville.
