the problem is that I had hoped he wasn’t running over to talk to me and missed the initial “hey baby” bullshit where I kept repeating “I don’t want to talk”.
I did, however, manage to get the part where he said “oh so you just don’t like black people, huh?”
in a moment of genius, I managed to video the guy who ran across the street to come get in my face and yell at me until I gave him attention.
i think today i’m going to stay in and lust over young Kyle.
I’m at a low key folk show at my favorite all-inclusive queer-friendly bar that just happens to be next door to a chiodos/asking Alexandria/ etc show
our music isn’t loud enough to overpower the ROCK.
I befriended a white dude with dreads so that’s how tonight is going.
“HOLY SHIT CONGRATS BBGRRRL I HOPE U KNOW IM VISITING U SO SOON”
IM A REAL ADULT GONNA
MY JOB IS GONNA PAY ME TO TRACEL TO CANANDA. WR CAN HANG WITH YER DUDE IN BC TOGETHEr
WE CAN HAVE A CUDDLE PILE
“You can be my pink rock princess. I would be your garage band king.”
Chelsea and I are gettin hitched
well, being a punk rock princess was fun for a bit but now my hair is super broken and I’m scared of going bald!