Okay, so I still can’t stop laughing at Starchild being late because people kept stopping him to take pictures, because oh gods I went out with two Starchilds last night.
(My dates for a thing I went to last night were two guys in largely-handmade outfits with impressive hats.)
(My life is not as exciting as that sentence makes it sound.)
But, yeah. We got a series of really weird reactions from random strangers that night, and it repeatedly proved hard to get from point a to point b (point b being, generally, where the booze was) quickly because of these interactions.
Well, my date night got canceled last minute. Bright side, I actually had time to watch Glee.
Hey, so, it has come to my attention that people are wondering if I’m alive and stuff, on account of me not posting at all or responding to messages or anything for…about a month. Whoops.
I aten’t dead! I’m just kind of bad at functioning and communicating right now! I am sorry that I am terrible.
"People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like: ‘be realistic.’"
— Dylan Moran (via garytheking)
(Source: arpeggia, via lettersfromtitan)