puckfinn
PuckFinn
puckfinn

I hear you.

I have three weeks left in this semester (I am counting finals week) of both working and going to school full time and being/feeling old as Methuselah (because I was 17/18 when this album came out and “nearly 20 years” made me shriek a little).

I was home sick for two days this week (why I chose to return to work on a rainy Friday I will never know) and The Hoda Show (as it is called in my house) is my favourite part of the morning that happens before the Price is Right.

I loved that show. LOVED it!

I agree.

my dog, street art, whiskeys, other booze

What makes me the saddest these were the best signs, right? Someone at McDonald's paid money so that some ad exec could send some staffers around (the internet) to find "inspirational" McDonald's signs and these were the best.

It's kind of hard to rebuild the trust with the people you've killed.

I'd totally go straight for Alan Cumming. Really I'd go anything for Alan Cumming.

First of all: Ride the Maverick!

Will do!

You sound like a Nice Guy (TM).

I have a friend that has said the same thing to me. White women will frequently touch and stroke his bald head and generally sexualize him as some kind of a pet.

I think this is an interesting point. Men of colour use their voices with me. White men use their bodies with me.

I hear you. I had locks for many years and strangers would frequently just take it upon themselves to touch my hair. Sometimes if someone asked and I was feeling generous I would let them. But rarely. This felt different, maybe it's because he didn't feel like he needed to say anything.

On Tuesday, while waiting as my tattoo artist prepped her station before inking me, a white man leaving the parlor/gallery with his girlfriend came up behind me and ran his hands through my afro.

I'm constantly putting my hands, or my wallet, or my phone, or my (on deck) tampon in the pockets of my skinny jeans.

Well this is devastating.

That is a super plus! Congratulations to you two!