SG: So, when we get married-
Me: We’re not getting married.
SG: When we get married, I’m thinking we throw one of those sexy parties like the one in Monster.
Me: Like 80% of the people at that party were dead or completely mauled to pieces.
SG: Okay, fine. We take out the trash, cut our losses, deal with the remainder.
Me: Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac.
SG: So is Kanye.
“Aint no party like a liver failure party” is officially my new go-to phrase.
Sometimes, I just wish I could spend all morning in bed.
Warm sunlight.
Soft sheets.
Hands all over.
Ugh. So many problems with how much that commentary turns me on.
Yeah, I think we broke this one… Do we dump her outside or just lock her in the cellar?
Yep.
Would someone just…please?
Now we see this as in a mirror dimly, then we shall see each other face to face.
No matter how demure her tries to make her, she just can’t help but fall back on her old habits. And he can’t help but find it a little charming.
I was looking at a few tumblrs I follow when I happened on something incredibly unsettling: a photograph of a friend I know. At first, I didn’t recognize her. But, I recognized her body, her hair, her clothing, the room she was in. I knew without a doubt that this was definitely one of my best friends. It wasn’t in any way a lewd picture, but rather one praising certain aspects of her body (though some of the commentary was a bit lewd). But, something felt off.
Then I realized it: her face wasn’t on the head of that picture. Or, maybe it was her face. But, her cheeks were compressed, her lips were plumped, her eyes were moved. I felt beyond uneasy looking at it. I knew I couldn’t go on and tell her that it existed, it would be far too uncomfortable. But I knew it was there and I just felt beyond awkward with it, especially with how people were reducing her to her body, discussing her.
And then I thought of how much I do this on this tumblr. I don’t often take into account the person behind the photo. Sure, I very, very rarely post “amateur” stuff, but I still felt a bit disillusioned with tumblr for a little bit. Sigh.
I went out last night to a frat party. I decided to wear one of my favorite skirts. It’s cute: safari inspired with some really useful pockets. I had not worn it in a while, since at least spring semester. After pairing it with some boots and a white lace top, I headed out with some friends.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I was talking to some people when I kind of absently reached into one of the pockets on my skirt. I felt something inside and raised a brow before pulling it out. Lo and behold, I was holding one of my thongs in my hand. I have no idea how it got in there and I found myself blushing instantly.
But, I had to laugh when my friend shook her head and said, “I’m not even surprised, Ivy.”
Oops.