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gowns:

lower-income people tend to be “hoarders” and richer people are able to do more “minimalist” living spaces. if u don’t have much, you will hold onto any little thing that comes across your way. you got a new tv, but you still keep the old tv because you know things can break. you…

Yeah okay

I almost made it through Snowpocalypse ‘13. Then, upon returning to work after 4 days off (weekend + 2 snow days) I fall on the ice and sprain my ankle pretty badly. Of Course.

Today

[Edit: I wrote this and never posted it? But now I have.]

See also: things I can’t deal with.

I hate the RMV.

No I actually hate colonialism. We jumped through your fucking hoops. We relocated. We relocated again. We’ve damn near killed our language in ourselves for your approval. We’ve turned your hatred inward and we whisper it to ourselves when we’re sleeping. We grow children inside you will no longer call “Indian” because we’ve internalized your poisoned and poisoning blood quantum lies. We relocated again. We took your name. We adopted your method of governing ourselves. We jumped through the fucking hoops and I’ve got the BIA issued, government issued, double signed tribal id card to prove for it and in your system that’s supposed to mean something because we played nice and yet I walked away from your office today empty handed and I didn’t think you could get lost in a flurry of paperwork, tiny little papercuts multiplying but here I am — or here I am not. I relocated.

#RMVangst

Beep Boop going dancing work at 6am nope nope none of that.

Tenderhearted kid tonight.

Going to bed

Drunkish, covered in glitter, spent from a day glam rocking and avoiding being attracted to the friend of a friend, happily partnered, wevs.

Things I leaned today:

concert crowds in Boston can be terrible.

If you’re not dancing, get out of my way,

I’m weirdly belligerent and full of rage in crowds of old white folks,

I can rock the tummy look, aka taking my shirt off at every and any opportunity,

aka it’s summer time.

Beep boop better sleep

KayKay and Crys, pre glamtastic Scissor Sisters and Rye Rye show, WHAAAT?

A good night

I may or may not have drunkenly performed Blink-182’s “Rock Show” to a half empty bar of queereoke patrons this evening. I may or may not have flipped them all off, I may or may not have been living out my dreams of pop punk super stardom. I even had the half-cocked mic thing down no big deal. 

Now I am drunkenly blogging about it when I should be sleeping for work tomorrow. Ooooooh well.

Had a fun time. I’m feeling more and more like dancing and moving are my real life, and that stuff I do during the day is the sham.

Going to take my tipsy ass to bed now.

Sleepy, nail polish flagging, no big deal.