Epic Win

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/06/26/texas-abortion-bill_n_3501005.html

http://touch.latimes.com/#section/-1/article/p2p-76456518/

Gregor Samsa

[on the topic of bugs in the apartment]

Le boyfriend: You're going to wake up tomorrow morning...

Me: No.  Stop it!  I have nightmares about this kind of shit.

Le boyfriend: ... and you're going to wake up next to a giant bug.

Me: Kafka, you are not.

Le boyfriend: What?

Me: Kafka?  The Metamorphosis?

Le boyfriend: Never heard of it.

Me: Did your school teach you nothing?!

Le boyfriend: No!  We've gone over this.  My school taught me nothing.

Le boyfriend: It was just a place to babysit your kids while the parents did drugs.

Wendy Davis

I just want you all to know that history is happening right now.

http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-201_162-57590966/texas-senator-wendy-davis-filibusters-against-abortion-bill/

http://trailblazersblog.dallasnews.com/2013/06/wendy-davis-begins-filibuster-to-stop-omnibus-abortion-bill.html/

http://albinwonderland.tumblr.com/post/53891512410/thegaminething-wendy-davis-has-been-called

How can you help?

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Fangtastic

One of my friends invited us over her house to watch the True Blood season premiere and eat some delicious noms.  JD made this wonderful pasta primavera and sangria.

JD's "Fangtasia" sign

JD's caramel chocolate cupcake graves

close enough

Dairy Queen ice cream cake.... mmmm

bite me, Jason

We ended up watching Rock of Ages after the we finished True Blood.  Jason hated it.  So much in fact that he drove to my apartment and put that sticky note on my back door.  I guess it wasn't punk rock enough for him.  Sorry, dude, the rest of us loved it.  You just don't get the genre.  :P

Zack & Kirsten's Wedding

One of my best friends got married this weekend to the most wonderful girl.  I can't imagine a more perfect couple (which is usually not something I say despite it being a popular rote response for others).  I'm really glad they found each other.

Cake... om nom nom

making it all official and shit

the crew

Indian food... best idea EVER

le boyfriend

chilling by the river

shenanigans in the photo booth

Field Trip

Last weekend we ventured forth to Pittsburgh for a little adventure.

 Our first stop was the occult store where we picked up some candles.  There was a decorative piece that I really wanted for my bookshelf, but I decided against spending $60 and lugging around furniture all day.  They were playing Type O the whole time and the incense smelled really good so all in all I enjoyed my visit.

We were all feeling coffee withdrawals at this point so we took a break (after stopping at the CD store on the way).

We probably wasted more time there then we really needed too trying to figure out where to eat.  In the most awesome spur-of-the-moment decision ever, we decided to eat at Spice Island Tea House.  I haven't had Thai curry that good in years!

After that it was pretty much just the bookstore and the mall.  I searched desperately for a Covenant CD for le boyfriend since he couldn't come with us... but no one had anything at all by Covenant.  WTF?  Oh well, I still owe him a CD.

lootz

TV Promised Me a Future with Pink Hair

I think I'm a little bitter about all those TV shows that promised us a future full of technological advances, shiny silver clothes, and neon hair.  Honestly, I think I could be happy if I would at least be able to dye my hair whatever color I wanted and have it be socially acceptable (ie, couldn't get fired from my job for it).

I went to one of the lame high schools that wouldn't let you dye your hair an "unnatural color."  College was too short.  And now the working world has decided to repress me once again because I am in a conservative industry.  I don't want to have to wait until I'm retired before I can dye my hair purple again.

I feel like part of my identity is being cut off from the rest of me.  There are honestly times when I miss working retail because I could wear what I wanted and dye my hair how I wanted, and I felt really good about myself... because I was authentically expressing myself.  Now I live in an existential nightmare where I constantly feel like I have to hide multiple faucets of my identity in order to avoid becoming a pariah.  I really didn't think being an adult would be so depressing.

Y-Town Pride

Last night was our local Pride festival.  It wasn't quite as awesome as last year (maybe because we went late and missed the drag show), but it was still a fun night.  It's the company that matters, yeah?

Here's some pics from last year's event:

And now some pics from this year:

We went back to my apartment for coffee afterwards

Obligatory Awkward Opening Post

My friend just posted some photos of us the other night and it got me all excited to post my own photos of the event.  But then it hit me: I no longer have a personal blog.

Sure, I have plenty of specialized blogs for various topics, and I'm on all sorts of social media sites, but I have no place for creative writing, lengthy diatribes, or picture spams.  I no longer have any blogs whose main focus is just me. 

And I do believe I'm beginning to suffer for it. 

When was the last time I wrote anything creative?  Or anything lengthy (that wasn't just a rage post on feminism)?  When was the last time I had an outlet?

Well, consider the situation sorted.  Welcome to The Funeral Party.