rubber policeman

@ MICHAEL:

leilagrace:

tom ford did everything sophia coppola failed at with marie antoinette. he had the right amount of pretty and went overboard with the angst. btw: what kind of cake should i bake for liz? i’m putting it in a victoria secrets box.

Oh man the script was the worst part. Kirsten Dunst was supposed to be french and had a french child who spoke french. But she spoke to her child in english?

fille de france: Voila ma, une abeille.

Mar Antoinette: Yes, darling a BEE.

green tea cake sounds awesome, but i think that’s my mind’s invention. i don’t know what kind of cake she would want, tres leche is yummy though.

saw A SINGLE MAN.

I may reconsider, If not for the depression, for the opulence. 

leilagrace:

well this is one of those melancoly, slice of life of a gay man living in the cold war era. Punch in the face drama with quirky pokes at the era and eyefuls of pretty things to look at. Its like mad man, but replace the affairs with depression.

saw A SINGLE MAN.

leilagrace:

fucking amazing. fucking beautiful. seriously. over some really good middle eastern food and retro furniture browsing, all i did was gush about this movie. i still can’t get it out of my mine. go see it. as well as the angora sweater nicholas hoult wears throughout the movie. it was its own character.

Hmm….. I’m a bit iffy. You brought me to see 500 Days of Summer, and my non-vagina was mildly entertained. 

Why are there soo many commercials about girls sending guys nude pictures. 

I had a few dreams

One. I was driving around, there was a bunch of roadblocks and I took an awkward turn to the middle of the street asking a police officer if I could turn in some direction. Under us was a pit of sand on the street. I was just digging while he was saying something. It wasn’t a bit whole i dug but i managed to fall in it, with my legs and one hand sticking out. When i fell in I guess some sand fell on top of me as well. Was buried, no one helped me. I totally thought the police guy could help. 

Two. I was eating a lot of cookies, with no rhyme of reason.

Yesterday my tumblarity was at 4 points.

Today it jumped by like 50 and I didn’t do anything, and no reblogs or likes

Sometimes I think I know how tumblarity works…. guess I’ll never know.

I wish I had time to make bacon before I go to work

crackerfinishingschool:

thewetsnow:

Being a grown-up is hard.

abandon hope all ye who enter here

Tramp Stamp Idea?

Day 2: "You're so butch!"

Today I reluctantly when to Jerel’s birthday thing. Turns out I’m the youngest of my batch of friends. Oh well. Mannie turned out to be hardcore, and David Chavs was there mad trying to hit up Trixie.

I rediscovered sports. Beach football is fun with my gay friends, they called me butch and a bear. I can pick them up and take them down. I can throw a spiral pretty far too. I think I need more gay friends at school… and a football… and to go to the beach more often. It’s sad. I think I miss the male contact. 

Mannie invited me to go to sanfran with him over spring break with his boyfriend, dennis. The only problem is, he’s a swimmer. 

Screw it. This year I’m totally going to blog journal style. I’m gonna try so hard. So if you see something boring…. sorry :p