i like the nickname butch because it has a quiet femininity
kind of wanted to get drunk tonight, but was too damn lazy to go out with friends. might go to the liquor store to get some beer. and doritos. yes, the doritos will be integral. then will come back here and practice being pyschic. the great thing with practicing being psychic is, there’s just so much room for growth. very little room for actual forward motion, but i suppose ’tis the way with many things in life. maybe i’ll get plastered and work on my rules of time travel. there’s just a quiet dignity to getting plastered at home by yourself on a friday night, while eating doritos and daydreaming about sci fi stuff.
(the reason behind my subject is that i once said something to this effect to Kari, to which she replied , it actually has more of a whispering femininity than anything, and I thought that was funny and it reminded me of the subtle majesty facing me in the rest of the evening to come)
p.s. if anyone ever calls me butch, i will cry. absolutely, 100% guaranteed. Maybe not right away, but alone in the bathroom later, clutching a hand towel to my face with my hand bracing against the sink.
