it is in the late night hours of voyeurism
like after late night reading, after gaming. movies. friends. television. porn. writing. stupid internet things
It sneaks in there like a sinister bacteria finessing it’s way into things like an innocent fucking wikipedia page. Or a cute image.
Sometimes I’m amazed at my own insolence. Knowing that people who are long gone, not the dead ones, but the living, are definitely not - 3, 4 hell, 5 years later still thinking about me. God knows I hope they are not. But here we are once again. It’s always this too isn’t it?
Looking back at all my old ramblings on here and on my old blogs..It’s always like 4 AM on a goddamn Wednesday. That’s when I crack.
I get no pleasure from the things I wind up and let go of. I’m just a fucking lobbyist.
Often I dream of nondescript places where people from all the acts of my life, come in and out but never speaking, just cameos. It’s only when I wake up and realize those people don’t remember me, that I’m sad
I often think of McKenzie and Ryan and Landon and Becca and Sarah and Noah and all my friends from Georgia and Emma and the girl from the libary whose name is lost to me and Chase more recently. the last three years…I’ve done so much wishing I had done differently only to realize that I’m not sorry for anything and I did the best that I could in all those situations.
i must stop with my awful self indulgent rantings.
in my defense, at least i’m using tumblr for user created content and not just regurgitating 2011 memes from all corners of the internet like the rest of you motherfuckers happy goddamn new years. no but seriously i love all of you
TLDR: THE LIL MISANTHROPE CARRIES ON BEING SNIDE AND SAD ANOTHER YEAR
i would like to set my clocks back like four hours or so and get that much extra sleep please thank you
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An old favorite
A white heteronormative cisgendered CEO professor and Baptist preacher was teaching a class on Karl Rove, known Christian.
“Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and worship Jesus Christ and accept that you too can become straight through daily prayer, self-flagellation, and eating Chik-Fil-A every day!”
At this moment, a brave, trans-Asian, self-diagnosed pansexual demiromantic vegan multisouled person who had been free of all animal products and only bought products at the local transgender co-op boldly stood up, holding a glass filled with some white liquid.
“Hey, Professor, what is this?”
The arrogant professor smirked like a rapist and smugly replied “It’s clearly milk, you crazy faggot. What the fuck does milk have to do with political science?”
“Wrong. It’s an all natural vegan soy almond kombucha latte. No animals or transpeople were harmed or raped in the making of this product.”
The professor was visibly shaken, and dropped his chalk and copy of the Wall Street Journal. He stormed out of the room, clearly planning some kind of rape. The professor realized that he had been playing into the hands of the kyriarchy of CEOs, investment bankers, the Religious Right, and psychiatrists. He then killed himself. The proper term for this is “trans-dead”.
The students checked their privilege, all diagnosed themselves with autism and gender identity disorder and joined the Gay-Straight Alliance. An obese trans-eagle furry otherkin waddled into the room and tried to perch upon the American Flag, bending the flagpole in the process. All parties involved gave up meat, Christianity, and the right to bear arms.
The students all lifted their glasses of soy fluid in a toast.
“That beverage’s name? Harvey “The One Percent” Milk.” said the vegan trans-autistic Korean.