It’s Saturday night…
St.Patrick’s day to be exact. And here I am, alone with nothing to do. Not one person invited me out…so why don’t I ask anyone to hang out? People are always makeing excuses not too. I hate who I am.
C’mon leave me breadless…one week later
Ah, an entire week has gone by and I haven’t had a piece of bread, or cookies, or bagles, or a pizza…basically anything made with wheat. I AM STARVING. I have never wanted a peanut butter and banana sandwich so damned much in my entire life.
March is going to be one long month….
Why I hate jeans.
Today at work was a jean and plaid shirt kind of day…when I showed up to work not in jeans my boss handed me her car keys, told me to drive home and change. I got home, looked at my only pair of jeans and thought, let’s do this…let’s actually wear jeans. Five minutes into wearing them I thought, oh well this isn’t as bad as I thought. So, I drove back to work and after walking around for 10 mins…that’s when my hate for jeans kicked in. I hate them so damn much. I find them to be so uncomfortable. I find jeans have a tendancey to become loose or stay really tight, and in some cases both. I hate how every five fricken minutes I have to pull up my jeans because of a sagging ass…even with a belt. This is why I hate jeans. And when you’re short and stubby…and blessed with knocked knees (I am referring to myself.), they look uber stupid.
So yah, there’s my rant about jeans.
Yoga pants and khaki’s FTW.
According to my psychology professor, we do not exist.
According to her, we are wrong for existing.
My professor flat out said this morning that she does not “believe” in bisexuals. She proceeded to say that the only valid and real orientations are heterosexual, and homosexual,and nothing else exists. There is no in between,and if we believe we are anything but hetero or homo, we are just confused, and mislead.
She also believes transgender people are just confused.
So basically, to her, we are mythical creatures. We are unicorns, from a magical fairyland.
Reblog this if you are a fucking magical unicorn.
Reblog this if you believe orientation shouldn’t even fucking matter.
Reblog this if you believe orientation is a spectrum, and it is NOT black and white.
Reblog this if you know you exist.
FUCKIN MAGICAL UNICORN YES
So as a heterosexual who tends to wander into non-het territory, do I have like….a stubby horn?
lolAs a pansexual trans* guy, I bet I could walk into the room without her even seeing me, what with all of my not existing.
Wearing a permanent fucking perception filter right here.
A genderqueer person should seduce her, her mind will be super blown.
Guess my chameleon circuit’s still functioning properly.
I’m pretty sure I’m genderblind. I don’t care what you have in your pants. I care more about what happens in your head.
(via katiedreamsincolour)
C’mon leave me breadless…one week and a day later
Eff, it is 3:08 in the morning I can’t sleep. All I can think about is grilled cheese sandwiches…that and a few other things.
…Sailor Moon marathon it is!
I wish my life was as simple as this...
| my crush: | hey, I like you. |
| me: | hey, I like you too. |
C’mon leave me breadless…day three
Day three on this no bread thingy and I’ve lost two pounds. Maybe this is a good thing!
Also, I can’t wait for school. I can’t wait to go to another city…half way across the province. :D
C’mon leave me breadless….day two
Day two and no bread, or wheat products. God I want pizza and bagles.
