Once they get this whole gay marriage thing...
fousheezy: deejum: I want to marry my burrito. Tumblr supports food marriages NGL I’d marry a grilled cheese and a pizza and put the video on Tumblr.
You’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me.
Olympics Day 3
Watching fencing! Because of reasons.
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Olympics were fucking weird. The abridged history of London was missing a few plagues, but whatever. I’m well and hooked for 17 days, which I suppose is the point.
socially-awkward-pez: There is no live action Daria film…it was a funny, little joke. Nobody accepts movie roles on Twitter… Tell em, Jane.
Newest awkward thing
Surprise health inspection at the bar during happy hour
Jay Brannan was a pretty sweet show, and I liked the small venue. Prior to the show, Dave K. (who is now on Tumblr!) and I met up and walked to dinner at Circa. Where the dinner and dessert were amazing, and our server apparently told us secrets about the seasonal crisp so I had to overtip her, naturally. Then we walked over to U St. Music Hall, and met up with Dave’s friend Chad and his new...
68 degrees outside
And I’m inside washing sheets, blankets, and towels. But I will go outside later for dinner with Dave and the Jay Brannan show! I may even wear jeans.
26 minutes on the elliptical + 5 minutes in the sauna probably don’t cancel out the loaded baked potatoes I had for dinner. And I don’t care, because they were fucking amazing.
David’s wake/celebration of life starts at noon at JR’s. There are almost 350 people on Facebook that claim to be attending. I hope it’s a happy crowd and not a drunken teary mess.
Against my better judgement I went to the Social Safeway today. In the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday, yes. It was crowded but not terrible, and I slid into a self-checkout lane with no trouble. And as I was finishing up feeding cash into the machine, I noticed the dozen eggs in the secret cart area (on the right in this photo) that I hadn’t rung up. There was no way I was going to...