Things I Wish I Could Say

It's common knowledge that J.C. 

(aka Jesus Christ)

preached tolerance and kindness

thought lesbians were icky. 

-Katy JM Baker on Jezebel

Things I Wish I Could Say

"I hate the word homophobia. It's not a phobia. You are not scared. You are an asshole." -Tweets From God

Things I Wish I Could Say

I need a love transfusion

Life: So Much Bullshit

After another unproductive day, and a few lighted cigarettes in my neighbourhood park, I took a steaming shower and sat my fat, unproductive ass in front of my beloved computer. There was little to do, apart from eyeing man-candy I could never have on Facebook and waiting for an episode of Nikita to load. So that got me thinking...how much nonsense could I find on the Internet in less than 15 minutes? As I soon found out, a lot. Nonsense about modesty and women looking for trouble aka asking for rape, men all being rapists, people with a darker derma being genetically inferior, all Chinese people being inherently rude, fat people not deserving of bathing suits or showing their faces in the real world. Like, wtf?? Is this seriously the world I'm living in? How depressing. How can so much bullshit just be laying out there. How did this happen!?!?!?!? Is this really how people think or am I just crazy to believe that equality is really, truly a thing?

I may not have all the answers but here's a little sunshine to make me feel better because, seriously I've had my load of Internet bullshit to last me a life time. I'm dumbfounded. I'm stunned. I'm...exhausted.

Life: Loafing Around and Faking Sick

Urgh. I'm the worst when I'm such an Idle Teen. Or I'm so good at being bad I'm a Teen Idle, as you see fit to describe me. All I know is that it's getting late, I haven't done my hair, or done my Spanish, or Italian, or Biology or Math, even though I had a long weekend thanks to a nicely faked fever. I did get some quality time with my Mom though, so I guess not all is lost.

The main reason I haven't done anything today is (I feel excuses are needed here):

Winter is coming (ok ok, let's not jinks it, winter is actually leaving, which is nice) and mother of God how I love myself some Game of Thrones. It's like, after Lord of the Rings, I thought nothing would ever get my nerd juices flowing, and then this happened. I must of watched the first 2 seasons in a week. And tonight, I wanted to watch Season 3 Episode 2 but I don't have HBO. (Yes, as it turns out, I'm only of those terrible bastards making this show the most pirated show like...ever). Anyhow, I'm a crush whore, so I'm in love with Jon Snow, Tyrion the Imp, Robb Starkk and his fater Ned Starkk at the same time. And don't even get me started on my girl crushes. 

Emilia Clarke aka Khaleesi...

And Maisie Williams aka Arya Starkk (recently got a nice haircut tooo)

And Sibil Kekilli aka Shae (Imp's babe)

And Oona Chaplin (yes that Chaplin and they're related too!!!) aka Talisa Maegyr the healer

And Rose Leslie the Wildling aka Ygritte my latest flame. 

Like seriously guys. I'm obsessed. Can you blame me?

Things I Wish I Could Say

I AM THE CAT WHISPERER!!!

Life: Little Things

After being 30 minutes late to your therapist's and talking about fun stuff such as but not limited to being able to draw parallels between your father and a dictator, your death, your emotional distress when things don't go your way (let's say you have mild OCD) and a bunch of other bright lovely things... you don't know what to do with yourself anymore. You try to go find your old dance teacher who could shake you out of any bad mood, but you forgot today's a holiday, and just your luck, her gorgeous son you still haven't the balls to ask to prom is there, but not her. You try to find your old peaceful place, this little bookstore you found once by mistake, but you can't anymore. You spend all of your savings on stuff for your mom. You paid 10$ of food and not only are you not hungry, but you feel like puking the 10$'s worth of Subway and Tim Horton's straight out. Sooo, what do you do? You head home to do your homework. But to make yourself feel better, you choose the ultimate transportation for angry musings and upset stomachs and poetic energy bottled up that hasn't found a way to express itself yet. 

This my friends, is where most of my magic happens. Not what you'd expect, but it's quite good in terms of a chill place to chill after a back-to-back cigarette moment. Cheers to crappy transportation and calming yourself the fuck down.