All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.
I used to produce tons of “actual content” here, instead of just adding snarky comments to a series of quotations or pictures.
Then again, I used to do more with my life than ingest the internet.
I suppose this mea culpa is geared more towards those of you who actually know me — and have not a clue that Tumblrs tend to produce a different kind of content than blogs hosted elsewhere — not those who are part of the Tumblr Community (you goddamn enablers, you).
In truth, I doubt anyone wants to hear my thoughts on anything particularly serious at the moment. If such a person exists, he should feel free to look through the archives here.
In fact, I just did, and was struck that I’d written this:
“Because being single in your twenties sucks. Because there are worse ways to kill an evening than by letting someone you sort-of like see you without your clothes on.”
So true, Leah of December ‘08! I hereby submit the following list of worse ways to kill an evening:
- Talking to people
- Drinking with people
- Drinking alone
- Watching political coverage
- Having a cyst rupture
- Explaining to your parents that you can’t fix their internet
- Reading any of the Twilight books
- Taking a Percocet and watching Lost (actually, this one is a tossup)
