I find that most often when I judge my own body it is not because of how I feel about myself but because of how I know the greater majority percieves me.
Hard work changes that.
Let me know if you need some help.
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[image: gif of two white muscular people about to fight in a boxing ring. their faces are close to intimidate each other, and the one on the left kisses the other lightly on the lips. the other one does it back and smiles, knocking the original kisser lightly with hir blue boxing glove.]
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WISH I DIDN’T LIKE THIS SO MUCH OH GOD LAMENTING MY INCURABLE BONER FOR BUTCH PAGEANTRY
THE INTENTIONS. I WANT TO KNOW THEM. THIS IS SO CUTE.](http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyfvzvykj01qz977lo1_250.gif)
[image: gif of two white muscular people about to fight in a boxing ring. their faces are close to intimidate each other, and the one on the left kisses the other lightly on the lips. the other one does it back and smiles, knocking the original kisser lightly with hir blue boxing glove.]
WISH I DIDN’T LIKE THIS SO MUCH OH GOD LAMENTING MY INCURABLE BONER FOR BUTCH PAGEANTRY
THE INTENTIONS. I WANT TO KNOW THEM. THIS IS SO CUTE.
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My date was fun.
It was this guy that I’ve been seeing for months but he works early in the morning and I work late at night so we don’t get to see each other too regularly.
He’s ok.
He made me realize how much I appreciate this other guy I’ve been seeing. Not that there’s anything wrong with Mr. Good Job & Nice Car……I just trust, believe in, and lust after Mr. No Job & No Car more.
I couldn’t tell you why for a million dollars though.
Well, for a million…..I would probably say it was in the approach. Mr. No Job let me approach him but all the while letting me know subtly that there was no chance of rejection while Mr. Good Job just came at me like he wanted me more than anything.
I like to win over my prey. Hate me first and I’ll love you even more.
Oh, Mr. No Job. You are winning. So much.
I hate when people can’t do things alone.
Why are you so concerned with strangers that aren’t concerned with you?
Go out to your favorite restaurant alone, take yourself shopping, and go see a movie. It’s so nice to be alone.
Showers are awesome. Feeling disgusting and tired? Take a shower. BOOM! I’m reeaadddy.
Nope. Once I’m in, I’m in. And can I just say that I’m appalled by what I found in the left backhand corner. I mean, really. It’s time to grow out of it.
I just called myself a baller because I accidentally stole THREE plastic butter knives from the Schnucks salad bar when I thought I only grabbed TWO.
Baller: You’re doing it wrong.
I don’t really know. I’ve heard all of my family members say at one point or another that they are skeptical but I think that my parents believe in something. I think my brother, sister, and I are more on the same page but perhaps with a few minor discrepancies.
Religion is something that was ever really pushed at our house. I mean, I went to a catholic grade school for the greater part of my primary and secondary and my brother and sister went to catholic schools for their ENTIRE schooling career….but really it was just to provide us with a better education than our public school was offering. We attended church because we got a discount on tuition.
I remember one of my first memories was of seeing a cross on the wall. I asked my mom about it and she told me the story of “Jesus.” I cried for about an hour. How fucked up is that? But anyways, that’s about the only time I really remember my mom talking to me about God or Jesus in a serious and thought provoking way.
I guess, my parents are religious but they didn’t push it on us. I think they were actually really great in that regard. They let us form our own opinions (as if they could stop us, they created some monsters). I think they were a little upset when they found out that I was a full blown atheist (lol. what?) but they got over it pretty quickly and I like to think that they listen to me and are coming around a little more my way but you never know.
Anyways, shout out to my parents.
Dr. Who
I guess I’m hooked.
I got home from work and started doing my normal after work stuff but was suddenly just like
“you know what sounds better than ALL THE THINGS? just watching some Dr. Who.”
