Happy Valentine’s Day to my fantastic Tumblr girlfriend, the lovely and eloquent Ivy.
(I’m trying to make her blush, of course.)
And you’ve succeeded, my dear. <3
(Followers, she’s seen me blush before realtime. And made me blush before realtime. It’s a talent.)
Thank you all for the messages and notes for my birthday. You’re all very, very sweet.
<3,
Ivy
happy Birthday Ivy!
Seriously. If we could just get somebody to leak the naughty list, we could throw some kickin’ parties.
There are 400 of you now. I am just insanely flattered. Thank you so much.
Happy Birthday to my darling tumblr girlfriend, Dacry. Your present is waiting outside. You’ll like her. She whines a lot like I do when you’re mean.
<3, Ivy
Confession: I sent a certain tumblr girlfriend of mine a photograph of myself of a certain variety. And I’m still kind of giggly over it. This may be the start of some sort of exhibitionism kick. Maybe.
My Simian Mobile Disco phase coincided with me coming to terms with my sexuality. So, naturally, when I found this video, my theories were confirmed. (Not to mention I totally set to plotting how to get this to happen.) And, while I’m totally nostalgic, I can only imagine the sleazy conversation, probably over some pizza and beer, that went on when they were writing the treatment.
“So, okay, it’s a bunch of girls at a party. And they’re sitting in a circle and they are playing telephone. And then…they all just start makin’ out, man.”
Which is fine by me, but apparently this is the UK version. The US version has a bunch of models on pedestals eating junk food and luxury items and then vomiting until their faces get all disfigured. Social commentary aside, why the hell did my country pass up girls making out at a party for a really creepy video with ralphing models?
Oh, America. You don’t make a lick of sense.
Seriously.
Me: God, why is that so hot?
Him: Because I’m good at this.
I may or may not have been a little playful and naughty with a girl in my frat. She said she’d never kissed a girl and I obliged more than willingly. It was more silly and fun than anything else.
But, get this, followers. She is a ballerina. And she has her septum pierced. The buttons? They’re getting pushed.