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Chiv bought me a Princess Sparklefists shirt for my birthday (which is in a few days!), because that man is a DELIGHT. <3 <3 <3
Last night Chiv and I threw a Mermaids vs. Robots party, and it was fucking adorable. The last time we had a party, the amount of people was overwhelming, so this time we invited less people and I made an introvert room with a blanket fort? And now I want to have a thousand blanket fort parties. Toward the end of the night, all of the ladies at the party got in there and talked for awhile, and it was just really, really nice. So many good conversations and kisses were had. My life is kind of magical.
I just bought a lesbian feminist werewolf shirt because of course I did.
I went to the most amazing queer lit reading tonight at Pinhook, and I feel so, so inspired to start writing and painting again. Everything is amazing.
This is my “I am at the most adorable block party” face.
Also, that sign was amazing.
Also here is a photograph of me riding a baby elephant in 2005.
Oh god, I’m going through my old LiveJournal entries because Why Not, and I just found this old icon of mine.
Yes, that is my face on Cinderella’s body. Jenni-circa-2004 was amazing / exhausting.
Chiv: Hey, we didn’t have sex today.
Me: Your penis is too old.
Me: Your penis is 37 years old, and getting older every day. I’m 26, dude. Your penis has seen more presidents than I have. Your penis remembers Reagan.
Chiv: My penis has been around since the ‘70’s. My penis was in the ‘70’s wearing one flared bell bottom pant leg.
Me: I’m picturing your penis in the ‘60’s with a Beatles haircut.
Chiv: Did my penis have a buzzcut in the ‘50’s?
Me: Yes. And it was in the war in the 40’s. And it was dressed up like a little factory worker in the 1880’s.
(Here we start laughing so hard that we’re crying.)
Me: Your penis on the Mayflower.
Chiv: I was just about to say that. My penis on Ellis Island.
Me: Your penis on Ellis Island, with its papers.
And that is where I laughed so hard that tears streamed down my face and I couldn’t breathe or make any noise.
So last night I drank a metric shit ton of bourbon in the most amazing house. While other people were being normal, social human beings, I wandered off and took photos of all of the crazy tchotkes. Then I made Chiv take my photo in front of this skull.
I don’t know how I keep getting invited to parties.
So this is what I was wearing 22 years ago today. Weird.
(It’s my little sister’s birthday today, and I wore this dress to see her for the first time.)
Look how long my hair has gotten, Tumblr.
Hi, Tumblr. This is what my face looks like.
So, today I had a deadline at work, and so I worked from home yesterday (my off day) from 6pm until 3am, and felt the sort of delirium that I used to feel when I was 19, working two jobs, and attending community college. I fell asleep at 3am and woke up at 7am and went to work until 5pm. I kept myself awake until now so that my sleep schedule wouldn’t be wonky anymore. I was just hugging Chiv and getting ready to crawl into bed, and this happened:
Me: I am never sleeping.
Chiv: Go to sleep!
Me: Oh… I meant… I am never going to sleep late again. I meant to say “I am never going to sleep late again,” but instead I said “I am never sleeping.”
Chiv: Oh, honey. Go to sleep.
Goodnight, Internet. I love you.
Olive has been lying in bed, napping on and off, since 6pm yesterday.