you are driving home from work when you hear a thud on the roof. you can hear a muffled voice, but the only word you can make out is “baka”. you figure it’s just your imagination and keep driving. however, the threat is all too real- you realize now that dozens of anime girls are falling from the sky and getting mad at you because it’s not like they like you or anything. you’ve been caught in the middle of… a tsunderstorm.
Sean irritates me sometimes. He just like, doesn’t get computers or the internet.
His iPod was linked to his last computer, which is now dead and gone, so now he has a choice between never adding new songs to it, or losing his whole library forever because he bought everything over iTunes. And I told him I’d download everything illegally, link it to the new laptop, and re-add the songs and it would be fine, but he thinks that like…anything you download, you’ll…get a virus from. Or something. He doesn’t even let me save pictures to his new laptop. I have to do it while he’s not home and when I’m done doing what I need to do, I have to delete them, clear the recycle bin, delete the download history, and clear the browsing data.
And of course I had to tell him I am going to rip my CDs to iTunes so I could put some shit on my iPad. But I have like 4 CDs total that are like 10 years old. He asked me like a million questions a hundred thousand times until he was convinced I wouldn’t be torrenting anything. Ugh.
“The world is not full of Attractive People and Unattractive People. It’s full of people who are attractive to some and not to others. I hear from trolls all the time who complain that they don’t want to be “forced” to find nasty, ugly fat women attractive–which utterly baffles me, since the last thing I want to do is encourage fat-hating dicks to date fat women. You don’t find fat people attractive? Fabulous. Don’t date them. I will find a way to pick myself up and move on without your love. But to assume your lack of sexual interest in fat chicks must be universal–or that the mere existence of self-confident fat people having healthy relationships somehow “forces” you to find fat attractive–is the height of fucking narcissism.”— Kate Harding (via Bon-Bon)
someone should be my kawaii dream space fairy girlfriend. mai husbando will needn’t know about our secret love.
i will bake you sweet things and we can hold hands and give each other lots of hugs and wear costumes and wander through the woods, singing disney songs with flowers braided into our hair.
megan’s boyfriend doesn’t like her doing “weird” stuff and i suspect he wishes she would “grow up” or something so i need a friend i can give a really big piece of my heart to. i need a friend that i can connect with on a level that can’t be described.
and i really need a friend who will play drinking games with me while we watch and recite the entirety of tenacious d in the pick of destiny while we are being loud, belligerent alcoholics. then we can sit in a bathtub and cuddle and talk about everything all night until the rest of the world wakes up.
i’m going to miss megan more than words can describe once she’s given her whole heart to victor.
i can be a big person and admit i’m a jealous since i’ve always been there for her and i feel like she’s forgetting about the very person she calls her best friend.
but it’s okay. i’ll be okay. will you be my friend?