What are you thinking?

I just brought pink patent leather mary jane stripper heels... because I wanted to and want guys to notice me. Am I shallow?

 

I'm suffering from that feeling of needing to sneeze, but never reaching that point, so your nose just stings for a while.

Sneeze, dammit!

 

I'm that guy that's always going for handshakes when everyone is doing fist-bumps.

 

i'm thinking that things are probably getting better...

 

Lemmy Kilmister of Motorhead has died... Rock in Peace.

 

I'm feeling slightly paranoid about using EC on my tablet :s

 

Fanboying so hard over uppercasechase1 right now- he's my trans idol! :love:

 

Yay: My lovely new coat just arrived from Denmark.

Nay: I probably won't be able to reasonably wear it until May.

Also, holidays have put me into such a state of tedium that clothes are the highest point of my day.

 

My headphones broke. This is not good. Must replace them tomorrow by all means.
The weather is going to be amazing tomorrow....I can't wait.

why am I that person who crys everytime a song hits that emotional cord?

 

You aren't because I do too.

Not anymore than my cousin who buys a whole bunch of fancy clothes and shows them and her handbags on FB. No, you're not.

After hearing about all of the many escapades of your ex bf's mom, I don't blame them. Doesn't sound that she treats you right.

 

Being around my cousin and his girlfriend and their cuteness makes me want a partner. :tears:

 

I saw a dinosaur once. Actually that's a lie. They're all dead.

 

I just googled it. I was just reading a few weeks ago about how he was tired of people asking when he was gonna die. I don't know what to say other than I kind of thought he was invincible! RIP

 

Me. All day.

 

I've sort of really been struggling with my gender identity lately and it's hard to describe. I don't exactly feel dysphoric, as I do jealous of cisgender females. This is something that has been growing for a while.

I have a very feminine and soft voice, and most of my job is with people who I never see face-to-face. I have a somewhat rare and androgynous name that is often misheard for a very common female name, so people sort of just assume I am female and I've embraced that as something of an alternate identity when convenient at work, because it's easier than trying to correct people in a professional way, especially since my job is kind of time sensitive and things like that are so unimportant compared to the task at hand.

I pay a lot of attention to fashion and I dress very androgynously as well. I have a rather large collection of leggings that I wear around the house and that I sleep in. I wear tight jeans and pink fluffy sweaters. I can even walk in heels pretty easily, I once broke in a new pair of heels around our apartment for my roommate because she was complaining about how painful they were and we coincidentally wear the same size. I enjoyed it actually, it was fun and my legs looked good. I've had pink hair for the better part of a year and when I dyed it freshly pink after a few months hiatus, so many people came to me and said they were happy it was back to "normal" because it was very "me."

These things sort of just happen to me and the more and more time goes by, the more and more I think about the possibilities of transitioning. I feel like I could do it and pass well. I don't know if it would make me happier, but I think it would make my life easier. My boyfriend would support me 100% and still be attracted to me, he's bisexual. My family would support me. My friends would love me. Basically nothing would change for me at work..and yet that's still so scary to think about. I really want to find a gender therapist and talk it out but even taking that step is frightening.

 

Wow, I know what you mean. In three clauses, you have summed up the scariest thing in my life.

 

I hate snow.

No. You don't understand.

I HATE snow.

You still don't get it.

This isn't one of those things that it's like "Aw, I hate this! Well, might as well just deal with it." No. Snow actually makes me angry. Like. An irrational amount. I do not hate anything on this earth as much as I hate snow. There is no word in this language to describe the festering cesspool of negative emotions I harbor toward this white fuckshit. It is the worst idea that was ever conceived by anything. If there is a heaven, I don't want to go there and meet the creator, because I know I would punch them in the face for what they've done. This is an abomination, and if I never saw snow again in my life, it would be too soon.

I hate snow.

 

I'm sorry, but that was just really amusing to read.

 

And previously, this Montana girl thought her hatred of snow was unrivaled.