Also, I’m sitting in Starbucks listening to this short haired gender studies major (literally the most lesbian) talk about agnosticism and how she believes in “finding creation and your purpose in life.” I am about to throw up and burn this place down.
Update: She’s now talking about how her uncle works for Apple in Cupertino and how she works at a coffeeshop that is “miles above Starbucks,” and how she doesn’t drink or smoke because it messes with her “being.”
Like, this can’t be real. They have to be rehearsing their lines for an upcoming taping of Portlandia, right?
Sometimes it’s just embarrassing to me that I can’t fall asleep because I’m too busy watching videos of white boys rocking off on Youtube and browsing Tumblr for pictures of greasy food I want and can’t have because its 1:15 in the morning.
Just getting around to watching American Horror Story
And its creeping me the fuck out. I don’t think I can deal with the stress associated with watching this show.
Edit: Just finished the pilot. It’s very stressful. Not scary, not frightening, just suspenseful and stressful. And weird. I don’t know that I will keep watching it - solely based on the fact that I feel like my brain was just fucked with 9 inches. I don’t know that I could handle that on a weekly basis.
“You were running and I guess you couldn’t stop so you just face planted into the grass of Monroe Park. And then you fell again outside the freshmen dorms and they laughed at you. So you yelled at them telling them that you’re Creole and that you got that voodoo for them. And that you were Jesus.”—A friend’s recount of my night.