outfits I will have taught 8th graders in
I’m giving a workshop on comics. Among my fears (of which there are many): I’m going to get mistaken for a student and someone’s going to give me a swirlie in the bathroom.
practicing random acts of narcissism
fake it till you’re an insufferable asshole!
I kicked today’s ass, so I get to post a photobooth picture.
SEAN XVX, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW WITH THIS CARE PACKAGE?
I came home to this rad package that included the cutest things ever, including the totally dope mixtape I’m about to listen to, a cute ass family photo of Sean and his friends, a fucking Liz Prince comic book that I actually had already been wanting (!!!), some rad tags, funky pink sunglasses, and this cat sticker.
YO I NEED TO UP MY PENPAL GAME! THANKS SEAN!!! <3
The pizza era of my life has come to an end. Pizza gives me indigestion and reminds me of being broke.
I now greet the taco phase of my life with open arms and an open mouth.
The Boy Who Lived, despite his barber’s best attempt to stab him in the face
A year ago today, the Sunday at the end of Thanksgiving break, I thought I had totally blown my chances at getting to make kissy faces with this human.
How wrong I was!
ugh, Norman Mailer, did you really just deplore homosexuality and masturbation? Don’t knock my hobbies.
sometimes I drink ginger ale and go to rad zine readings
sometimes I sit around in pajama pants and organize my itunes library
~every day is a winding road~
does this outfit make me look fascist?
8am class tomorrow/moar liek h8am am i right
…I felt like looking pretty when I got home, okay?!