It’s the cutest sympathizing look ever given.
wednesday. idk what time but wednesday is when i’ll be returning to my apartment after a one week recovery at my parents house.
my nose bleeds on and off every 20 minutes today.
one of my surgeons was wearing the flyest salvatore ferragamo glasses, and was middle-aged and straight.
my facial bones are a bit sore but im really doing quite well. and im getting used the the expander in my mouth. i sound a million times better than i did yesterday when i had it put in.
my parents house is great, watching movies i didnt pay for and food i didnt prepare and all i have to do is lay around watching stuff on my computer/TV and take lots of prescribed pain meds. Living life while under the constant influence of Vicodin and the like is UH-MAZING! and having this billie holiday anthology makes everything better. i cant wait until the day after christmas because dec 26th, believe it or not, is an amazing day for thrifting!
involved a completely reverent Hanukkah demonstration.
HAPPY HANUKKAH
but, its the aimee mann version of have yourself a merry little christmas. therefore, im still cool.
no explanation needed. this is real.
constantly go, go, going might make be drop dead. going from a production, to finals, to urgery to recorvery and immediately rehearsal for another production, preparing the vagina monologues, BFA auditions, and then the summer. summer 2010. that’s my vacation. thats depressing. and to top it all off, not only am i single, i havent even seen any attractive gay guys at all. nothing to toy with in my mind, nothing. not that it really ever gets to me, it just sucks when all of your friends are hooking up and breaking up and getting together constantly. being gay in a largely homophobic-but-on-the-surface-pretend-to-be-ok-with-gays population really fucking sucks. i dont want a pity party, i dont want anyone to feel “oh robbie’s life is hard” or “robbie is so sad, lets cheer him up” no i dont want any of that. that would make it worse.
GUESTBREAKER: Your Goddamn Bob Marley Poster
Look at that thing. Go back a couple decades and it might signify your support of universal love and civil disobedience, but you know what I see now? A girl who fucking. loves. weed. A girl whose musical taste is so undeveloped and weed-assisted that she becomes startled when there’s not only variation in music, but when songs end in under 15 minutes. I know it’s hard to get a “solid groove” on during a three-minute song, but one less toke out of your buddy Nosh’s totes awes gravity bong might improve your attention span.
Oh and you probably don’t shave your pits either.A Guest Dealbreaker written by Ryan.
i agreed with this until the completely gender offensive statement at the end.
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