I got drunk on Saturday. Like shitfaced. I drank 3/4 of a bottle of Gentleman Jack after a full day of drinking beer.
I went to the bathroom alone and proceeded to call Joel. I only remember saying “I’m drunk but I love you” to his voicemail.
He tells me on Monday that he listened to the voicemail and it was “epic”
He came over Wednesday and let me listen to the voicemail.
I was drunk. And I told him I was drunk 4 or 5 times. And the rest of the voicemail was ridiculous. If it wasn’t Joel, I would have been so embarrassed to have left that voicemail.
Moral if the story… letting me take my phone to the bathroom when I’m that drunk is a bad idea. Though I leave hilarious voicemails.
Double fisting. 1 drink is a whiskey sour the other is very vodka based. I’m feeling it after drinking beer since 1230pm. That’s almost 12 hours of drinking. I’ve told my aunt/godmother, that I pierced my nipples. and then told her about some of my sex life with Joel. ..
I work at the airport during the day and then I have a job working overnight until 5am. It takes me an hour and a half to take public transportation to my airport job. Someone picks me up, so thst takes abt 30-40 minutes. And then my overnight job takes me 40-70 min to drive to, depending on traffic. Amd then usually no longer than 45-50 min home. So travel times is a bitch for work.
So I work at the airport today until 7pm. Then I have to be at my other job by 10pm. I’ll get home about 6am.
Luckily I have Monday off from both, but I’m supposed to see Joel (and show him my new piercings)
Tuesday I work at the airport until 5/530. Then I have to be at work by 9, cuz my mom wants me to get some stuff before my shift. Work until 5am.
Wednesday I have to be at the airport by 2, which means to shower and travel I have to be up by 1030am. I’m at the airport til 8, them I have to be at work at 10.
I have Thursday off from the airport, but it’s thanksgiving and my brother’s gf will be here with her 2 kids, plus my nephew, so no sleep. And I have to work overnight Thursday…
“I think the world of my friends, but, I just want to be alone for a while, I just want to recharge, reassess and give direction to this wreckage of a vessel, I would hate for this failure to act to be treated in contempt, I mean nothing of the sort.”—(via samueljewell)
my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.
My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.
Do you. bite your thumb. at us, sir? I do bite. my thumb, sir. DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT US, SIR? Is the law of our side, if I say ay? No. NO, SIR, I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU, SIR, BUT I BITE MY THUMB, SIR. DO YOU QUARREL, SIR?QUARREL SIR! NO, SIR.
“[TW: rape] …by the time I was finished with her, you would have thought she was raised in a school for whores.”—
Christopher Columbus, in his own journal, proudly describing his rape (One of many) of a Congo Woman (via racismschool)
did you know that i have made it halfway through high school with only onE FUCKING TEACHER EXPLAINING THAT CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS WAS A PIECE OF SHIT HUMAN AND DID AWFUL THINGS. AND NOT EVEN SHE TOUCHED ON HOW HE WAS A RAPIST.
thats some fucking rape culture and sexism and shit for you.
every time anyone refers to Romeo & Juliet ad the ‘greatest love story ever told’ my eyes roll so far back into my head that they meet in the back of my skull, fall in love, and then cause the death of 6 people
do you ever do that thing in class where you notice you’ve stopped paying attention so you try to focus but then you’re focused so hard on trying to focus that you’re still not paying attention to what they’re saying
I’ve been a massage therapist for many years, now. I know what people look like. People have been undressing for me for a long time. I know what you look like: a glance at you, and I can picture pretty well what you’d look like on my table.
Let’s start here with what nobody looks like: nobody looks like the people in magazines or movies. Not even models. Nobody. Lean people have a kind of rawboned, unfinished look about them that is very appealing. But they don’t have plump round breasts and plump round asses. You have plump round breasts and a plump round ass, you have a plump round belly and plump round thighs as well. That’s how it works. And that’s very appealing too.
Woman have cellulite. All of them. It’s dimply and cute. It’s not a defect. It’s not a health problem. It’s the natural consequence of not consisting of photoshopped pixels, and not having emerged from an airbrush.
Men have silly buttocks. Well, if most of your clients are women, anyway. You come to male buttocks and you say — what, this is it? They’re kind of scrawny and the tissue is jumpy because it’s unpadded; you have to dial back the pressure, or they’ll yelp.
Adults sag. It doesn’t matter how fit they are. Every decade, an adult sags a little more. All of the tissue hangs a little looser. They wrinkle, too. I don’t know who put about the rumor that just old people wrinkle. You start wrinkling when you start sagging, as soon as you’re all grown up, and the process goes its merry way as long as you live. Which is hopefully a long, long time, right?
Everybody on a massage table is beautiful. There are really no exceptions to this rule. At that first long sigh, at that first thought that “I can stop hanging on now, I’m safe” – a luminosity, a glow, begins. Within a few minutes the whole body is radiant with it. It suffuses the room: it suffuses the massage therapist too. People talk about massage therapists being caretakers, and I suppose we are: we like to look after people, and we’re easily moved to tenderness. But to let you in on a secret: I’m in it for the glow.
I’ll tell you what people look like, really: they look like flames. Or like the stars, on a clear night in the wilderness.
This speaks to me. Bodies are amazing: I’m especially fond of the little patches of fat that grow around areas of the body where we have musculoskeletal issues. It’s the body’s way of helping to pad and protect that are. We are so amazingly adaptive. Whatever is happening in our heads, our bodies want us to survive, to function, to grow and prosper.