Jittery Finesse

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GPOY

I’ve always dreamed of climbing on top of Teddy Roosevelt.

Curious Traveler Shandy ‘Stache.

I’m dog sitting this weekend. Sookie and I are watching Golden Girls and it’s the episode where the girls are cast in the Henny Penny play. Obviously Sookie Dookie loves this episode.

I took a better screenshot of both these girls where they look somewhat normal but this one is my favorite because Booze looks like she’s chasing an invisible pirate and Marissa looks like a koked out kitty kat and apparently I look like the Burger King dude. 

GPOY: I’m the lady who knits in the background at staff meetings. 

I got a new haircut and a new watch and a new city (and hopefully a new job, thanks to the kindness and compassion of an amazing tumblr and irl friend and his boo). And all this new stuff and change makes me super anxious but also super hopeful. Mostly just not sure how I feel about this haircut. I picked Steven because his picture on the salon website was super cute and I was like 85% sure he was gay, so like what could go wrong? He was such a rude diva though and he did not follow the detailed instructions about the way I wanted my hair cut and he just really didn’t seem to care at all. Maybe he was just having a bad day or maybe all his give-a-fucks were busted since he’s moving to L.A. in a few weeks, but I was not impressed. I am loving this new watch though and I love that it was on sale for $8. Boom. Thrifty. Most of all I love my new city. DC is wonderful and I’m so excited to be in a new place where I can start making new friends, nurture relationships with old friends, and just generally start putting down roots like a big ole oak tree. As you may have guessed by now, I decided to defer grad school — for a number of reasons. My heart just wasn’t in it and in hindsight I think it may have been more of an escape route from Colorado back to the South than anything else. But then I got back to the South and I felt pretty queasy about my decision to move back and spend the next two years fighting the oppressive heat (and ignorance). Don’t get me wrong I ABSOLUTELY love the South and I always will. And I respect all the wonderful LGBT folks who make a home in the South and fight to make it a more tolerant and accepting place. That’s just not where I’m at in my life right now and it pretty much pained me to think of the struggles I would face, personally and professionally, if I got stuck there in my mid-20s. I have always loved DC and I knew that I would end up here eventually, but I’m so glad it happened now. It kind of just clicked when I got here. It feels right. It feels like home. And home is where I want to be.

This is what happens when you go to pride alone and sober. 

It’s 2 a.m. and I can’t sleep because my raspberry sorbetby is hungry.

It’s 2 a.m. and raspberry sorbetyoncé has me up late rehearsing dance moves.

It’s 2 a.m. and I’m polishing my raspberry sorbetyonet. 

It’s 2 a.m. and I’m just thinking about the good ole days at Raspberry Sorbetyside High. Slater was such a raspberry sorbetbe. 

It’s 2 a.m. and I have a raspberry sorbetboner.