I need some of this today.
I can ride a bike?
ALSO
why are my friends so weird?
Sorry, tumblr, I’ve been busy doing way important stuff.
[Flash 10 is required to watch video]
we just made all these by ourselves. #DIY4LYFE
My brother’s band is touring on their way down to SXSW right now. Their first night on tour they played in NY and one of their vehicles was broken into. Some equipment was stolen, but, more baffling, a suitcase full of forty of these hand made t-shirts.
Oddly enough, this is not the first time I’ve heard of a band having their t-shirts stolen.
The moral of this story is, if you are in New York, and you’re walking down the street and see someone wearing one of these shirts, CHASE THEM DOWN, TACKLE THEM, AND DEMAND TO KNOW WHERE THEY GOT IT.
Me and my vagina are PISSED.
Not only was my doctor 40 minutes late to my appointment, (Hey dude, I scheduled a ten oclock appointment so I WOULDN’T be late for work today,) he completely blew off my concerns. My concern being I CANNOT FEEL ANYTHING IN MY VAGINA ANYMORE.
It was hard enough for me to admit to myself what was going on. And then to discuss it with another person was even more difficult.
He acted as if it wasn’t a big deal.
I’m very unhappy. Very, very, very unhappy.
Stress and Genitals.
I’m hoping that if I keep talking about my vagina publicly then it will be easier for me to go into my shrink’s office in twenty minutes and discuss it with him.
Surprise! I have a vagina, you guys. And it’s having some issues.
I am somewhat stressed right now. This doctor is very intimidating. And he’s a dude. And I generally don’t discuss my cooch with anyone, let alone intimidating men who are my father’s age. (Intimidating men who are my age, however, ALL THE TIME) (Just kidding.)
(Vagina.)
