My Boosh stuff came today, so here’s me in my Mighty Boosh/Hitcher shirt I ordered. ^_^ And now I have a coffee/tea mug, and badges, and HOTPANTS. Mmhmm. All this stuff is super nice quality too! Like, the hotpants I could totally wear over some fishnets with my big stompy boots. They’re not too underwear-ish. I mean obviously that attire would be to a club for a fetnight kinda thing, and not just out walking the dogs. Lol. And this shirt is so super soft. And gah I love The Mighty Boosh and my new stuffs!

x-posted to glittertits.

Because there’s a lot of shit I want to say, but this blog has obviously become fandom oriented. So, if you care about just me stuff, watch out for that coming probably later today.

bratbat:

Me = 0, Pavement = 1. I call for a rematch!

I wanted to reblog this photo of me from last summer when I wiped out on my bike. That shit sucked. The spot on my shoulder left a nice white scar, and my knee was bloodied up good too. Road rash isn’t so bad… until it starts healing.

I’m ok with having boobs today.

Answering questions from Kevin. :)

LOL. I made you guys a video. It’s just a short clip of me. My voice is a little more nasally than usual because I’ve been sick, but yea.

I love how I live downtown in a fairly major city, and when I walk a block and half to the mini mart, I still manage to get stupid stuff yelled at me because I’m wearing sneakers with a fuckin’ 5” platform. Dude, I didn’t get shit like that in Florida for wearing way more outlandish stuff than this. Also, my friend and I got mistaken for prostitutes last summer, because apparently girls don’t wear cut-off jean shorts here. In Texas. I’m kinda starting to not like this place.

Whatever. I like what I wear. Texas can eat a dick.

I don’t know what I’m doing with my face.

mystinkybutt:

late-tangdon:

skarosoul:

cloysterbell:

“I played tournament chess from fifth grade through high school.”

The Nerdist by Christ Hardwick.

So non-existant. Sounds about right.

“‘I know, I know. She’s…’ Words failed him.” Literally no idea.

“He had been a good friend of my father’s.”

Now that is just creepy.

With a hand over her twitching eye, Lulu turned to Marvin, “I’m in big trouble; nothing good ever begins at a bus station.” — School of Fear by Gitty Daneshvari

omg i’m gonna have sex at a bus station!! 0_0

Another night. Eh.

This was my NYE with Corey and our best friend Caitlin. We love us.

Happy fuckin’ New Year!

Have I mentioned yet that I hate having big boobs? I would look so much better without them. T-T

I have always cut my own hair, and always will.

Don’t let the pictures fool you. I’m sick and feel like dying. Making myself look decent helps me feel a bit better. Notice I’m in bed in my pj’s. ;p

So, do I look completely mental with my hair like this? I don’t know wtf else to do with it at this point. And no, I can’t take a picture without making a dorky face. Deal with it.