I have my first performance review in two hours. Listening to x-ray spex and trying to tell myself I’m above it all.

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I just missed the bus so I’m stuck at this stop for a while. Let’s talk?

Today I ordered a pizza and the delivery guy forgot to bring the debit machine so he was just like “don’t worry I’ll take your card number it’ll be fine.”

And then he phoned me late this evening and left a message (I don’t answer phone calls, what is this 1997?) saying “I guess just having the card’s number means nothing so I’m going to have to ask you to come by the store and pay for that pizza.”

So I guess I got a free pizza today?

A message from chelsea-george
Tell is the story of how you met and fell for Cass
A reply from deneece

When I moved back to Texas, I wasn’t feeling so good. Someone anonymously messaged me something sweet during the transitional period where I was moving back (I’d later come to find that person was Cass and it was one of very  few anonymous messages he would ever send) and I felt a camaraderie with someone I didn’t know. For months, I ached over my displacement (which, I could argue, was equal parts my fault and the faults of the two people who discarded me) and I was at the lowest point of my life-I cried all the time, I couldn’t handle the financial or familial stress of being home, my whole world seemed shattered.

I met Cass a while back, or noticed him at least, because he had a solid blog and liked TCGS and (on Halloween) I saw his Gene picture and thought he was adorable. And then we talked once a week. And then we talked once a day. and suddenly, out of nowhere, we were talking all the time. And I didn’t know how to be sad anymore because there was this person out in the world who knew how to talk to me about anything. We would spend hours together everyday. We talked about things I did wrong that I wouldn’t tell anyone else. We talked about our past relationships and what we wanted and who we wanted to be. Talking to him made me feel like who I was hoping to be in my life. He let me discuss things that bothered me and always let me vent frustrations with people in the world or street harrassers or how my privilege made me feel guilty for worrying about street harassment when there are so many other issues to worry about.


one night, after a lot of lip biting and second guessing, I told him I loved him.

And I do.

And nothing has ever felt so good.

Deneece is leaving out some things. Because yes, she was having a rough patch and I talked with her through that. But she got through that on her own because life moves on and she’s a smart and talented person who was never going to wind up in east Texas.

We’re also dating because one of the first times we talked she mentioned the movie Taxi and we did a three hour riff on how it’s a cinematic masterpiece. We’re dating because she likes to use the word “paratext” a lot and let’s me make fun of her for being a bit pretentious that way. We’re dating because she likes my belly and I like her whole dumb everything.

Anyways. We laugh a lot and smile a lot and I lived with her for a month and was still super into it.

But in the end we met because she has a thing for the Gene Belcher aesthetic.

I have this post bookmarked and watch it 5000 times a month.

chelsea-george:

chelsea-george:

buttwyatt:

LOOK AT 1994 DOUG BENSON

donrickles
? It you?

Excuse me
donrickles
plz respond ok??

It physically hurts, how accurate this is.

chelsea-george:

chelsea-george:

buttwyatt:

LOOK AT 1994 DOUG BENSON

donrickles
? It you?
Excuse me
donrickles
plz respond ok??

It physically hurts, how accurate this is.

Have you ever seen someone smoke a cigarette while drinking a juice box? I’m watching it happen at the bus stop right now. Can’t decide which one is the age inappropriate activity.

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