When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.” (via tealeafprincess)
jenisa auditioned for a stage play of rocky horror in LA and got casted as magenta aw. how cute. we both do rocky now but different kinds. her opening night is the night of my 22nd birthday hahaha cake cake cake cake cake cake
i think that i’m sleep walking, or else i’ve had three very vivid dreams of me standing in various places in my house in the dark. i’m also having terrifying nightmares that seem so real that i’m not sure if they aren’t? which sounds insane to begin with. there was a night last week where i had a nightmare, and woke myself up from it. except i hadn’t actually woken myself up from it, i had entered into a new nightmare that presented itself in the beginning as my real life. this happened four times consecutively. each time i thought that i had finally woken myself up, until scary things started happening that made me realize i had entered another nightmare instead of actually waking up. i didn’t know how to fix it. i’ve never not been able to wake myself up from nightmares. in the last nightmare of those five, i started screaming “mom” as hard as i could, hoping that my body in real life would actually be trying to scream as well, so that my mom would hear me and come in my room to wake me up. you know what i mean? i’ve woken myself up before trying to talk in dreams and i hoped that at the very least my mom would hear me screaming and come to wake me up since i couldn’t do it myself. this is all very scary to me because it’s been happening for two weeks and i don’t know how to stop it
having a sun burn sucks. i’m not red or even pink, but i feel like i’m on fire directly under the skin on my face. my face feels like it’s on fire and i’m really thirsty.
turns out that waking up at 9am on saturay to work during the day, do rocky horror at night, stay awake all night, walk in the pride parade in the morning and not get home til 2pm sunday is very tiring. 30ish hours of no sleep is awful but bearable when you’re doing cool stuff. i took a nap for a couple hours. jenisa landed in LA this morning and i’m gonna see her TONIGHT :)
i walked into work holding an apple, and my coworker immediately said, “what are you doin with an apple, dawg? i brought CHIPS”
i don’t know if i’ve chronicled my dessert dreams on my blog before. my reoccurring dream that i have where i’m pressed for time, and trying to choose what tiny desserts i want to buy before i have to leave the store. i had another one last night. this time, i was at an urban outfitters that also had a grocery section. it was about to close. i was walking up and down the freezer section looking at frozen onion rings and pies. i was trying to pick something to buy before urban closed in ten minutes but couldn’t decide between this dessert that looked like a troll doll, and cheese.