Currently in Westerville staying with my best friend.
BRB, indulging in the best that 90s cinema has to offer.
Well, I know they say there’s no such thing as a dumb question…
…but asking a cis male if a cis female got him pregnant would definitely count as a ‘dumb question.’
I don’t want to kiss your pencil.
Someone needs to get back to grade school Biology!
1) That is impossible.
3) Oh god no.
4) Still impossible.
Yay or nay?
I still love this song.
(And I’m not talking about whatever half-hearted attempt we give the Show Choir Nationals Championship this year.)
It doesn’t feel like it sometimes.
But it is.
I’ll be tossing my graduation cap and not even stopping to look for it before I know it.
I’m talking the real deal - the Now Leaving Ohio sign in the rear view mirror. No looking back. City noise and smog. Feeling less and less like a tourist as each day passes. Apartments smaller than my closet. I’m ready for all of it.
Après moi, le déluge - I don’t care what happens, I’ll be gone.
There will be strings pulling me back from time to time, but never for more than a moment.
Bring it on.
Even though I wouldn’t have paired the orange and the blue, she was looking less tragic than usual today.