I went on a date last night and then you texted and asked, again, whether I would come there. Start our days with coffee, end with you making dinner. Forever. I feel myself tug towards yes and then I remember why it will always be no with you and I.
There are people in your life who are going to love you for all of the wrong reasons. They will love you for the best part of your face, the best part of you naked, the best mood on your best day, the best story you ever wrote, the best outfit you ever wore.
They are going to miss the scar on the underside of your nose from the time your older brothers dared you to run across a pile of logs. They won’t know that you fell on a hidden nail just as you completed the challenge. They’ll miss the scar on your finger, too from the time you were seven and closed a swiss army knife on it. They won’t understand that these are two of only a handful of things you can remember about your childhood. They’ll notice that you have great tits, but they’ll miss that your thumb tucks into their palm when you’re walking together and that your eyes have darker circles when a migraine is coming. They won’t know you get migraines. They won’t ask where the story you wrote came from, so they’ll never know that it was true. They’ll love it because it feels real to them. They’ll miss knowing the sweatshirt full of holes that they criticized you for wearing was your dads. You might tell them some of these things along the way, but they will remember the best things instead.
They will love your good moods, your energy, your sense of humor, but miss that you never turn to them, but rather to a shower or a pillow or the back of your throat to shed tears. They won’t ever consider you strong.
When the parts that aren’t your best come out, some people will shield their eyes as if you have just forced them to look directly into the sun for hours until their irises burn. They’ll silently make you promise to never show them that again. Those things are not to be shown. Be at your best so I can love you. I would love you more if only you never show me those things.
And you do not marry those people. You do not sit and sleepily drink coffee with those people. You leave those people and you remind yourself that they missed the better parts of you.
Or they leave you.
My nine or so followers may have noticed that I have been quiet for a few weeks now. The reason is simple. I moved out of the house I have shared with my partner for nearly two decades because I caught her in bed with two guys. See? Simple, really.
Truth be told, we had not been getting on well…
humor, even dark is an excellent coping method. I sometimes do this when relating a particularly horrific experience, much to the horror of the listener. They think I am a monster, but it really just how i keep from crying inside.
was someone following me around, Valentines, 2009? Not that I am admitting I did Exactly this…Im just sayin’
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I hate college towns.
Correction: I hate going to bars in college towns.
See, I’m not an idiot, I know that I’m no Suzy Cheerleader,
I’m no Trophy wife material,
But I know that I’m pretty,
And when I go out I like to dress to the nines,
But I am sick of the chads and ryans,
the sandal wearing motherfuckers,
the frat bros or.. bras…or whatever they call themselves anyway
hitting on me.
See, I like to go out dressed to the nines,
But I want a guy who fantasizes about Seven Of Nine.
I love Nerds.
So instead of going out,
I’m at home, cruising the internet dating sites, the chat rooms, the blogs,
I’m hitting up karaoke, the arcades and Game spot.
I want a man who can kick my ass at halo,
and doesn’t mind if I dance around in my pajamas to the TRON Theme song.
No, don’t talk dirty to me,
Talk NERDY to me.
I wanna integrate e to the x with him,
cuz goddamn it I’m a jedi in lingerie.
During foreplay we’ll play Magic: The Gathering
And I’ll make him harder than Chinese algebra.
That’s right. He’s gonna Insert his disk into my hard drive,
cuz baby, I got enough memory to save him under file spank bank.
He’s the dungeonmaster of our bedroom.
It isn’t the size of his penis, but the size of his comic book collection that’ll make me wet.
I wanna peer into his four eyes while we hammer out string theory.
I wanna Hear about how his level 75 blood elf mage pwnd the alliance noobz in a raid on Southern Kalimdor.
I want him to be so awesome that his head shines like a goddamn beacon so the unannointed might know where to gain their sustenence. yea, verily yea.
Forget paying a cover to go dancing, we’ve got Dance Dance Revolution hooked up to our hacked Xbox 360 elite.
Afterward, We’re gonna hop on the internet and have hot, dirty cyber sex on a mux.
We’re gonna fall in love while we’re kicking ass during the zombie apocalypse.
I want a man who functions on caffine, does his christmas shopping on thinkgeek.com and runs linux.
Forget house parties, we’re hitting up LAN parties.
He’s gonna know that Batman is way cooler than Spiderman and Superman combined,
and pirates always beat ninjas. ALWAYS.
His facebook profile will list Lord of the Rings, The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy Trilogy, The Gor Series, and the Dragon Lance series as books that changed his life.
And Movie night?
We’re air popping popcorn and watching Cowboy Bebop, The Movie.
Until I meet him,
I’m calling up the geek squad like it’s a phone sex line,
Cruising the internet cafes,
Waiting for one nerd to rule them all,
Waiting for my nerd in shining 1080i. (Come ON. I have to be interlaced)
And when I finally find him,
all my base are belong to him.
It’s been a long time comin’, although when you’ve got a Tardis that whole “time” thing is relative, but the DIY Tardis costume tutorial is finally here!
I made this for this-year’s ComicCon…and, let’s be real for a sec, everyday wear.
I’m super-proud of how it turned out and I think everyone should be able to share in the timey-wimey fun!
For starters, you’re gonna need:
- A blue article of clothing you wish to, ahem, “Doctor up”…dress, shirt, hoodie, etc.
- Some black sharpies (of varying sizes)
- White fabric paint
- Some paintbrushes (of varying sizes)
- A marathon of Dr. Who to get you in the mood
I started with a blue bodysuit I bought from Amazon.
Then, I used some painter’s tape (it’s less sticky than regular tape, but any could work just as well) to mark off the general locations I’m going to be outlining/painting in.
The Tardis has a pretty easy grid pattern so I knew I would need a bar across the top that would be split into two (the windows and the police box sign) and then two door panel sides.
Now, if your chosen clothing item isn’t stretchy and skin-tight you won’t need this next step, but if it is you’ll need to then take the garment off and redo the tape lines to make sure they’re perfectly straight.
Next, you can being your outlining. I used another tape layer like a stencil to make sure my lines were straight and even on all sides. Depending on your choice of clothing, the sharpie may bleed through so I recommend putting some cardboard or a paper bag inside to soak up the ink. Also, do a spot test somewhere where the ink wont be seen to make sure the sharpie doesn’t bleed. If it does, you can go through the same process but with black fabric paint…it’ll just take longer to dry (which is why a time machine is essential!).
Once you’ve finished the outlining it’s good to try the garment on to make sure it’s properly aligned. If your garment is form-fitting it’s going to warp the look of the lines. I preferred this look, but if you don’t…get a “companion” to draw the lines on while you’re waring the garment…that way the boxes will stay box-shaped.
Then, get your white fabric paint (I got mine from Amazon) and some brushes to fill in the windows.
It may take a couple of coats to get the perfect opaque look.
***Note: if your outfit is form-fitted, you may need to get special stretchy fabric paint. I didn’t and I was able to squeeze into mine. But, the regular paint does restrict the stretch.
Finally, get a tiny paintbrush (or some stencils if you happen to have/find some that are the right size) and fill in the lettering for the sign and a sharpie for the placard.
Once it dries…you’re ready to travel all of space and time.
Protip: beautiful, tattooed, naughty..these thing are easy to come by. A girl who is frugal and smart and loves to craft…cherish them if you even find one
I still do this
Awwws overcoming discrimination alien vs predator style.