It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-04-21 | 11:44 p.m. Wherein I give the ickies the Stink Eye
	So I had this massive freak out earlier when the computer started clicking at me, and I hit it hard enough to break it but didn't, which is good seeing as how, yeah, it's totally not mine. Tra la. I then proceeded to--what's the word? ah, yes!--lose my shit and cry at Poet Roommate for twenty minutes or so. I then had a double strong cup of Tension Tamer Extra, which really really works and a fake riblet sandwich that was so tasty as to make Poet Roommate say "I'd eat that." The thesis, she is not done. No, not at all. But she does need to be. That's true. I am thinking of leaving out a big section so that I can be done with it. Well, not necessarily a big section page-wise, but surely a big section ideologically. As in MONEY, CAPITALISM, SOCIALISM, and the crux of some of the major social critiques put forth by feminists in the Women's Liberation Movement. And the thing is, I have the brains to talk about it, but not the time or the energy. That being said, I don't know if I can force myself to take another fifteen days of penicillin. This infection is fucking bullshit, and it is tearing me up all over again. I fell asleep on the couch and drooley drooled all over everything, which means I am a sick bastard and need to lie around and let the sickies consume me. Or really the opposite of that. But the long and short of it is that I am so tired of being ill that I cannot stand to even acknowledge my sickness. Also, I gargled with tea tree oil this afternoon and then decided I had nerve damage. Apparently I don't, but the antiseptic and antibacterial qualities of the oil shall be lost upon me due to my (slightly though not entirely irrational) fear. Bah to the humbug. In shinier news, Drag Crush is drag crashing at my place tomorrow night, and my makeout buddy from my last jaunt to Boston (Erotica Girl) might crash there on Saturday. Alas, this means I cannot crash with Bitch and Animal (a har har har), but I think we'll all survive. Oh and PS, I find it super annoying when people say Bitch and Animal are anti-trans and should be boycotted because they play Michigan. Because yeah, that's completely off base and ridiculous, seeing as how Bitch and Animal spend a good portion of their act engaging the crowd at Michigan in a thought-provoking romp through trans-related issues with their songs and dialogue. They are exactly the kind of people to run up to and thank and support the hell out of, because they're the kind of people who will actually help change the policy. So yes. I'm just saying. Because I've seen some ickiness around the campus toward the B and the A, and it hurts me in my heart. Or maybe that's the tea tree oil related nerve damage. Whatever. I need to get back to my thesis. Also, when I wear my orange baseball cap and my old elementary school sweatshirt, I look for real like a tranny boy. It makes me feel super creepy, but in this delightfully confusing way, since I generally identify as more of a femme. But anyway, back to work. Keep your fingers in the crossed way in the hopes that everything in my life will begin magically fixing itself, starting with my readers liking my thesis and my throat killing the devil-charged bacteria that currently reside in my tonsils. **Glower Power** The weather that ROARED - 2005-03-01 Enabler's Rag - 2005-02-15 Where in the world? - 2005-01-14 Where have all the rude boys gone? - 2005-01-04 quickly - 2004-11-21 <-- - -->	Last Next Newest Older Rings Pictures Links Profile Guestbook Email me Notes Diaryland Hate is Great

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