Did I miss something here?!

Okay. (Insert deep sigh here)

I know music posts must be the most boring of ALL my posts (not that it matters much, I only have ONE follower... which means I lost two ._.) but there is one thing I must know. I have waited very patiently for others to catch on and it hasn't happened yet so... I am going to ask.

What makes the song 'I kissed a girl (and I liked it)' gay friendly?!?!

There. It's out there now. I said it. So, am I missing something? Am I the only person who paid attention to what was said in that song past that one infamous line?

I just read an article by a very reputable and respected lesbian blogger (Ms. Dorothy Snarker) that was about another offensive Katy Perry song called 'UR so gay'. I agreed with Ms. Snarker completely on the main topic, but she said something that once again made me take pause, the way it always does when this gets mentioned:

"Some will say we’re too sensitive, to lighten up. Katy has supported gay rights. She played at the Dinah. She has tons of gay friends. Also, remember, she kissed a girl and she liked it. Well, at the very least she liked the record sales. All those things are good, but language still matters."

Why does everyone insist on making that song some sort of stand for gay rights? It's as if that line alone has the ability to turn every lesbians mind to mush and all other lyrics are just white noise. They watch her mouth move and nothing comes out but that sound the adults make on all the Charlie Brown specials. Okay! She kissed a girl and liked it! That cherry chapstick tasted fantastic! What about the rest of the song? Such as this entire refrain:

"No, I don't even know your name
It doesn't matter
Your my experimental game
Just human nature
It's not what good girls do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey"

Even ignoring her complete and open disrespect for the girl she is kissing, how is this pro-gay? I may not be a "good girl" all of the time, but it absolutely has nothing to do with the gender of my kissing partners. Hell, I even like having SEX with women! Exclusively! Oh, the horror! I must be downright *wicked*. There is just no saving me, is there, Katy? Whatever shall I do?

So, again. Am I missing something? So many lesbians I know (as well as lesbian blogs I read) proclaim this song as gay friendly. Am I the only lesbian on this planet that does not think that kissing women (or more) makes me a "bad girl"? That it is, indeed, how good girls DO behave, if they happen to be lesbian/bisexual or even just curious? Is this some sort of unrealized self-hatred that the entire lesbian community is afflicted with and is blind to, or is my earlier theory correct and do they all just hear "wah-wah-wah" after the initial confession of her kissing a girl and liking it?

Maybe I am alone here, but I like to think that it is possible to both be a good girl and like kissing girls. I will even go so far as to say I am living proof that such a creature exists. As much as I would like to say that I am special; that I am the only one on this entire planet that has been able to achieve both of these supposed conflicting titles at the same time... I highly doubt that is the case. But who knows? Maybe I am the only one... and if that is the case I better go prepare for the inevitable barrage of women that will undoubtedly come lining up at my door, eager to be with the one and only "good girl lesbian".

I Feel Like Tacos.

Why are my Patrick/Pete fanfics so fucking emo lately? Yeah, I said it. Not the *good* kind of Emo with the bangs and the skinny jeans and the eyeliner. The bad kind... with the wrist-slitting and the moping and carrying on. The *stereotype* of Emo.

It's Lame.

Credit to Adam & Andrew for the subject title.

Lost my something and I can't get it back...

I have been neglecting my blog again. Partially out of lack of resources... mostly out of lack of inspiration. I don't know what is wrong with me lately; to steal my cousin's terminology it seems as if I am in "survival mode". I'm not sure what it means but it seems fitting, even if it makes me feel like a cell phone switched to airplane mode.

The truth is, I've lost four friends in less than a month and I am having a difficult time bouncing back. I had been doing so well! Social interaction is painfully difficult for me at the best of times, so this current blow is enough to take me out of commission for quite a while, I think. Why is existing online so much easier than real life?

ARGH! What is WRONG with me? I can't seem to shake this annoyingly low self-esteem. Maybe self-esteem isn't the right word. My image of self is distorted. Suddenly I feel as if I can do nothing right; I'm second-guessing everything I do. For the first time ever I don't WANT to have friends, I don't want any kind of relationship at all with anybody. I'm so closed off I can't even open up to myself anymore! And the relationships I already have are suffering because of it as well. Everything I say and do is coming out forced and ingenuine even though it isn't. Normal interaction with people I have known for years has become awkward. After everything I say I just sit there, tense. Waiting for something unidentified. I can't stand being around myself lately and my mind is convinced that everyone else around me feels the same way.

It's just so ANNOYING! Even just re-reading what I just wrote everything just sounds so... whiny. Whiny and irritating. I don't even know how to change it!

I guess all there is to do at this point is to read lots of blogs, listen to Indigo Girls on repeat and try to get past it.

PROCRASTINATION is the world's oldest profession...

...And I, my dear, am a professional.


So, these are my project 365 pictures from the last week lol. Man, I am SO BAD at this finishing what I started stuff.


So this is a note on the wall at work I found on 5/27. It's a note from my Boss telling us not to tape notes on the wall... like she just did. I was very amused.

Because I am lame and forgot to rotate this picture, humor me and tilt your head. This is Therapist Josh. Josh didn't have any appointments so instead of catching up on paperwork like he should have been, I helped him sculpt a penis out of tacky (that clay-like stuff that looks like gum. You use it to hang posters and shit.) onto the end of a workpen.

We are a productive bunch.


This is Josh tormenting my fellow receptionist, Sara, with the penispen.

OH! BTW this was on 05/28


On 5/29 My friendly Drew and I went bar-hopping. Well, we actually went to a danceparty at the Venue but it was SUPERlame (SEVEN PEOPLE WERE THERE. SEVEN.) so we went walking around downtown Boise, picking up alcoholic beverages as we went. This is a picture of the BIG EASY (in my head the only Knitting Factory is in New York. Damn Franchising.). This is where I go to see Cobra Starship (when they bother to show up) and awesome things of that nature.


On 06/01 The fam went over to Sam's mom's house for her mom's birthday and for some AWESOME FUCKING FOOD. Tess is the Dog whisperer, I swear. That dog has never met Tess in it's life and it is passed the fuck out on it's back.



... and this is my workdesk today, 06/03. Yes, that is Ryan Ross on the screen. My google reader is starting to look like my twitter, with how many rockstar blogs I am following :/ Shit! Gotta go, boss is here.

...Once in a Lullaby...

Day 3/365

It takes a lot of courage to fight against oppressors when it is you, and people like you, who are being oppressed; but It takes a whole different level of courage to stand up when it is the rights of others that you are defending. The decision to uphold proposition 8 felt like a punch to the gut when I found out this morning. Part of me wants to say "At least the 18,000 marriages performed while gay marriage was still legal in California are still valid" ...but compromise feels too much like giving in.



Last night I was reminded that you don't have to be gay to support gay rights; and while my picture today only represents two straight people in support of gay rights, my admiration and love goes out to all of those (not just the rockstars) that are willing to stand up with us and fight.

Day3/365

Hey there, Delilah...

Day 2/365

Thank god for Memorial day. Today was the easiest day at work I can remember ever having. It went by so fast it didn't even feel like work.

When I got home, this is what Tess, Sam, and Delilah were up too.



The rest of the day past by without being very notable. Except for when Tess went to bed, Me and Sam stayed up to watch The Grudge 3 and it scared the shit out of us. We had to watch Wheel of Fortune to take our mind off of it... but now Sam is in bed and I have to go sleep alone in the Garage with just my Chicken-shit of a cat who can't protect me AT ALL. He doesn't even have front claws.

Plus I really fucking need a cigarette but I am afraid to go outside by myself.

If I don't log tomorrow I have been eaten by a Japanese ghost.

I already suck at this game.

Okay, So yesterday I decided to give the whole 'project 360' thing a try. My good Friend Max is doing it and it looked like a lot of fun, plus it would get me to blog more about my everyday life as opposed to just when something pisses me off lol.

I got distracted by awesome food and fun times, however, and forgot to actually POST the picture. Which is what I am going to do.... Now.




This is a picture of the garden my cousin planted around the fountain. You can't see him very well but the turtle spitting into the pond is Mr. Peepers. And yes, that is my cousin's foot :).

It was a GORGEOUS day and after she planted the mini-garden Tess made THE BEST BBQ turkey burgers I have ever had. Overall, it was an awesome day off.