MARCH ON PARTY DUDES

I really loathe titles. It implies I have any sense of where an entry is going, when in fact this is more an exercise in stream of consciousness.

I went to bed last night real early, feeling kinda crap. Spent most of today also feeling kinda crap, which is never fun. Nothing dreadful, just a vague unease in my stomach. It’ll pass.

I’m lying in bed now thinking about a past entry of the week theme – what advice would you give your teenage self.

And if I’m totally frank? It’s ‘stop. Trying. To. Fuck” Hahahaha

really and truly. If I had spent even half of the energy I did spend as a teen trying to have sex then I could have accomplished great things. Or, you know, not have been such a writhing ball of self doubt. Though I’m not really sure there was much to be done in that regard, teens will be teens and hormones man. Hormones!

Ah well.

In other news, drag race is back! How wild. I’ve been watching the show since season two. I haven’t actually watched the newest episode yet (no time) but I’ll have to make space for it this week.

What’s on your agendas for the week? Maybe it’s more interesting than my ‘go buy tshirts and elastic’