call me!
My computer works. I am probably turning into a robot because the fact that I can watch Arrested Development gave me more pleasure than any of the human contact I made today. There's a bunch of episodes here. I can't decide if I should try and find season two before I go onto season three or not. Soon I will get my comic making software and I will make a christian ninja turtle comic that will totally blow your mind and then you can forgive me for writing about thinking about watching tv.
I painted that. I'm unsure how I feel about it. I kind of like it but it sort reminds me of something you paint when you are fifteen and you are like oh man I am a totally wicked artist and then three years later you are like, oh actually not so much. I used to make a lot of lesbian art when I was a teenager. I figured you should know that in case you forgot how cool I am. Where was I? right, lesbian art. Okay, I didn't do this but you know what is annoying about lesbian/WOMYN art? How the womyn have to be thunder thighs or else. The thunder thighs ideal of feminism is keeping all the good feminists out. Also, just since it has been on my mind, the advertisements for curves gyms are retarded. Sorry, but I do not want to go to your overpriced gym so I can hope to look fatter than I already am. Also, way to advertise housewife sweat, eww you can probably catch domestication off it, like it would seep into your body and by nine o'clock that evening you would suddenly be mysteriously preparing sandwiches.
Anyway, BACK TO LESBIAN ART.
I also used to read lesbian poetry. FOR REALZ YO.
Here is a lesbian poem I really liked that I have been thinking about lately.
Constancy
You're jealous if I kiss this girl and that,
You think I should be constant to one mouth?
Little you know of my too quenchless drouth:
My sister, I keep faith with love, not lovers.
Life laid a flaming finger on my heart,
Gave me an electric golden thread,
Pointed to a pile of beads and said:
Link me one more glorious than the rest.
Love's the thread, my sister, you a bead,
An ivory one, you are so delicate.
Those first burned ash-grey--far too passionate.
Further on the colors mount and sing.
When the last bead's painted with the last design
And slipped upon the thread, I'll tie it: so;
Then smiling quietly I'll turn and go
While vain Life boasts her latest ornament.
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I have always felt the same way about Curves ads, I can't believe that anyone would join such a place.
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