bleh.

I am left feeling icky about normals today. I hate feeling catty or self important or whatever this is drawn from, but when enough people in ugly, uninteresting clothes and their ugly, uninteresting lives and stupid pickup lines bump into me while dancing with their beers or while they're not paying attention while they salsa or swing dance to dark techno, I get annoyed. I wish I could be more happy they're having fun and less disgusted. I guess the last laugh is theirs, at least they had fun at the club tonight. Eh.

I'm tired.

somebody set up us the bomb.

Courtesy of s4 and his brother:



pass it around.