barthel:

Also, did you read Rikki Reynolds’ fantastic, multi-faceted analysis of Blink-182 and pop-punk in general? You should!

don’t use my name it’s weird you’re not my teacher this isn’t role call i have initials you know treat me with some respect

(via synecdoche)

tarae:

So Suzy X and RGR just said like half of everything I learned getting my stupid Gender Studies degree

a) Don’t worry, I’m still paying for a women’s studies degree
b) I learned almost none of that in my women’s studies degree
c) I learned almost all of it either via stealing from Marc or research I did trying to win fights with dudes
d) anyone can be me!!!!!!!

(Source: suzy-x)

There are at least nine feminine napkin vending machines in this building. I don’t have any change, but I wouldn’t bother anyway because I know (through experience and shared wisdom) that none of them will work or be stocked. It’s kind of notorious, an issue of hushed feminist concern on campus. So I made a makeshift pad out of the novelty seasonal paper towels my librarians serve cupcakes on.

Whenever I feel my period coming, I ask Lucas, “is it time for me to be bleeding?” He always gets frustrated with me,”how should I know?!” but he always knows. Today I am feeling feverish at work, but I can’t take my sweater off because I accidentally wore virtually no clothing underneath it. Because of my barely-skirt, I changed out of my cheeseburger thong before I left the house. Too skimpy for cheeseburger thong. At work, anyway. I changed into a brand new pair of fuchsia undies that are my most glamorous pair in the world. Very favorite. I’ve only worn them once. I’d been saving them for a special occasion, but we’re at the “special occasion or two hundred synthetic thongs” point in the laundry cycle.

I promptly bled in them. I might as well take ‘em off, it’s not like anything’s gonna stop me from bleeding out everywhere in here today.

the champagne of RGRs

SEVENTEEN THOUSAND WORDS

SEVEN

TEEN

THOUSAND

WORDS

ON

BLINK-182

Just about every song you’ve been talking about was played in Espresso Royale while I was in there Saturday morning.

Maybe they read my blog

LOOK AT HOW THIS NAILBLOGGER HAS THE SAME NAME AS ME

Today in the library I ran into another professor whom I have been manically avoiding, with whom I have baggage. I have come to two conclusions: this building really wants to exorcise my demons, and this building is god.

You’re testing me, you’re testing me.

a) I ran into two professors whose classes I bailed on last semester
b) within the last hour
c) and made peace (?) with both
d) one of whom told me that she thought I might have died
e) which I consider my greatest accomplishment of the year
f) and then I apologized for making her fear that I was dead
g) and then she told me “it’s not your responsibility to reassure me that you are alive”
h) because she’s great, really