Hello, perfectly made milkshakes in strange but wonderful combinations! Welcome back to another beguiling and bewildering Friday Open Thread, a weekly space we carve out so that we can all cast spells and read lesbian poetry together. Sidebar: Would y’all like to cast some spells and read lesbian poetry? I’d have to call in Mey for the witchy stuff, but I’ve got my Eileen Myles collection out and that seems like a solid start for the latter part, so. Wanna read Sorry, Tree while I dig in to Skies? Cool, but you can’t leave my room with the books. That’s the only way I loan them out, sorry.
Since the last time you all gathered in my heart to help me through a crises (read: the last time I cried out for help on the Internet), I made some progress and devoted an entire week to not shopping. It was okay, but honestly, I would’ve rather been shopping. Another sidebar: I still have this hoodie I’m never gonna wear waiting to be returned so if anyone wants to check out the new crop tops at Fashion 21, let me know.
I can’t really take all the credit for it, though, because really it was much less me “not shopping” and much more me “having so much shit to do and/or on the brain that I couldn’t have possibly set aside a moment for myself, much less for debating whether or not that crop top was worth it or not.” I hopped a plane to New York for an amazing, life-changing, dude-filled work trip and actually impressed other human beings! I saw a lot of other human beings! I drank a lot of espresso! I went to a f*cking gay wedding and it was cute as hell and I don’t know what to do about it! And then, I obviously did what we all needed and wanted to do with our lives this week and drove to In-N-Out and back listening to Blond. Also, is it Blonde or Blond. Let’s discuss. Like someone please tell me so I can stop feeling embarrassed whenever I send the fucking word to someone. Am I right? Am I wrong? Will Frank Ocean ever stop reading my secret Tumblr? We’ll probably never know, honestly! If he knew the password I’d be really embarrassed, though. It’s not a good look.
I’m hoping to have a lot of fun and also sleep forever this weekend, so I’ll keep you posted on which of those two often diametrically opposed missions works out. (Spoiler Alert: Probably not sleep.) (The results of my last study, however, conclusively decided that it is possible for one to go up to 14 days straight running on coffee and nicotine – or in this case, iced Americanos, nicotine, and Perrier – while getting under four and sometimes even under three hours of sleep a night before either their body or their emotional state actually begins to visibly and apparently break down, so I think I’m okay, y’know.)
Meanwhile, I’d really appreciate if you would get your cute butt over here into the comments and tell me all the juicy details about your life. I’ve missed you! Did you miss me? It’s been SO LONG, y’all.
Please spill all of the piping hot tea you’ve gotta spill. Please feel free to open the lid on the salt shaker and just let it loose. I want the hot goss, honestly, I like secrets, wanna know any of mine, maybe if you ask really pointed questions about my life in the comment fields below you’ll get an answer! If not, I’ll bet you get a vague Tumblr-esque evasion of the answer or a photo of my dog, so solid runner-up prizes TBH!
But no, I’m about to say a true thing, I wanna know your actual life. Please tell me everything! It doesn’t have to be witchy nor does it have to involve us reading lesbian poetry together, in fact it could be something as tiny as a routine life update or something as amazing as a photo essay about your week. It could be you talking at length about your cat, dog, hamster, snake, rat, or pet rock. Or partner! Those are chill, too. Or parents! Sometimes those are fun. Or friends! I have some of those, too! Weird! It could be about something that happened at work, at the pupuseria while you were revealing too much of your life to a new friend, at the park, on the side of the highway when your car broke down, at school, or even on this website! It could be anything. We could be heroes. COME AT ME BRO AND LET ME FUCKING LOVE YOU.
Okay bye! I mean, hi.
HI!
LET’S GO.
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Find a photo on the web, right click (on a Mac, control+click), hit “Copy Image URL” and then…
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Find a video on YouTube or Vimeo or WHATEVER and click “embed.” Copy that code, paste it, and rock out.
