“It’s hard to work for a little when what you want is a lot. I want a lot. And I can’t wait ‘til I’m fifty. I want a lot while I’m still pretty enough to enjoy it. What the fuck do we have to do to get a lot?!”—Allison, U.S. Drag
“I wouldn’t even know how to start, Robin, I swear. First of all, trying to find somebody safe on this campus, I mean, somebody who’s relatively disease free, who hasn’t slept with one of my friends, who isn’t heavily involved with somebody, who isn’t painful to look at or talk to, who actually likes guys — this is a next-to-impossible task. If I do find somebody like this, the odds that she will have any interest in me are not terrific. And, you know, I mean, I don’t even know if I would allow myself to go after a person I respected, since I know the kind of guy I am. I know the thoughts I think. I know I would not want me to date my daughter, if I had a daughter. I know that I cease to become interested in nine out of ten women almost immediately after I’ve slept with them, and I’ve only slept with three women. I know I prematurely ejaculate on occasion. I know I sometimes prefer blow jobs to actual intercourse, yet I can’t come up with a halfway logical reason for a woman to want to give one. I know I find sleazy women pretty attractive, and look at most women as objects. I know that white men have a hell of a historical legacy, what with enslaving blacks and treating women like cattle, so I feel ashamed to be a member of what is supposed to be the privileged class. And I know that sensitive guys sound good in theory, but in practice, most of the women I observe are attracted to men who treat them like shit. I know these things. So, you see, it would be very difficult for me to try to pick you up while retaining even minor amounts of dignity and truth and still enjoy myself a little.”—Igor (Sophistry, by Jonathan Marc Sherman)
The argument was never weather or not someone would want to actually DRINK a purple cow, it was about the INGREDIENTS inside of a purple cow. Which just so happens to include grape juice, HOWEVER I do recall someone telling me they had, in fact, consumed a purple cow.
To whom it may concern (ie, you), I hate you and am no longer speaking to you anymore!
Be Calm — The first track from fun.’s debut album, Aim & Ignite — definitely my favorite album to come out this year. I realllyyy like the musical arrangements with all the different instruments. good stuff.
Ugh, I hate admitting when Ryan is right about things.
I had a woman at an audition yesterday tell me I would make a wonderful princess, and invite me to come audition for some children’s theatre production in September (with the same company, which was sort of weird considering I hadn’t actually done my audition yet for the production I was actually there for — I was told after the audition that she was the producer of said children’s show, and that they had told her she wasn’t allowed to poach me until they were good and done with me.) Now see, children’s theatre is not really my idea of a good time, but, as most of you know, being a princess is.