I feel like today is One of Those Days where everyone is suffering. I don’t know why exactly. For starters in my case there was a huge pile of cat vomit on the rug. Then I went to the train station and three people were trying/failing to swipe their metro cards at the same time — a complete block — which has to be some kind of record. I should have filmed it. Needless to say, I heard a train arrive and depart as I watched this debacle unfold. At lunch I went to the gym, where on the Gym TV Network they’ve had the same really shitty horoscope for Aries for like the last two months: “You are highly emotional and very distracted, don’t try to do anything serious,” etc. etc., which I know it’s hard to take horoscopes seriously — especially when it’s the same one every single day — but let’s be honest, I totally believe in astrology even if I pretend like I don’t. (Also this one is not exactly inaccurate, which is sad.) You know what I’m saying. And then after my workout, when I was changing, I heard these two guys talking. Guy 1: ‘OMG it was camel-toe city in there — and right in my face!’ and Guy 2 was like, ‘…how about those Knicks?’ Then some other guy decided to set up his remote office on the bench where I was trying to change. Anyway, I took some pictures of puddles and the cool reflections you see in them, which was basically the highlight of my day, except for the fact that this fairly porny (and very NSFW if you’re thinking of clicking through) gay web site called The Sword linked through to my misogyny/homophobia piece (which lol/awesome right?), and I seriously got more traffic today than I’ve had since the old days of The Gay Recluse when I used to post ‘hot gay statues’ of naked men (which if you click through: this statue is seriously hot) and write fake obituaries of closet cases, basically the sort of gimmicks I dispensed with when I tried to become a more ‘literary’ brand. (Remind me why I did that again?) Which makes me think that if I ever publish another book, I should be like, ‘fuck the mainstream’ let’s go after the gays and gay-friendlies, yall. (Which not coincidentally is what I wish the Democrats would do one of these decades, as in, go after the liberals instead of always going for the middle of the road.) 

I feel like today is One of Those Days where everyone is suffering. I don’t know why exactly. For starters in my case there was a huge pile of cat vomit on the rug. Then I went to the train station and three people were trying/failing to swipe their metro cards at the same time — a complete block — which has to be some kind of record. I should have filmed it. Needless to say, I heard a train arrive and depart as I watched this debacle unfold. At lunch I went to the gym, where on the Gym TV Network they’ve had the same really shitty horoscope for Aries for like the last two months: “You are highly emotional and very distracted, don’t try to do anything serious,” etc. etc., which I know it’s hard to take horoscopes seriously — especially when it’s the same one every single day — but let’s be honest, I totally believe in astrology even if I pretend like I don’t. (Also this one is not exactly inaccurate, which is sad.) You know what I’m saying. And then after my workout, when I was changing, I heard these two guys talking. Guy 1: ‘OMG it was camel-toe city in there — and right in my face!’ and Guy 2 was like, ‘…how about those Knicks?’ Then some other guy decided to set up his remote office on the bench where I was trying to change. Anyway, I took some pictures of puddles and the cool reflections you see in them, which was basically the highlight of my day, except for the fact that this fairly porny (and very NSFW if you’re thinking of clicking through) gay web site called The Sword linked through to my misogyny/homophobia piece (which lol/awesome right?), and I seriously got more traffic today than I’ve had since the old days of The Gay Recluse when I used to post ‘hot gay statues’ of naked men (which if you click through: this statue is seriously hot) and write fake obituaries of closet cases, basically the sort of gimmicks I dispensed with when I tried to become a more ‘literary’ brand. (Remind me why I did that again?) Which makes me think that if I ever publish another book, I should be like, ‘fuck the mainstream’ let’s go after the gays and gay-friendlies, yall. (Which not coincidentally is what I wish the Democrats would do one of these decades, as in, go after the liberals instead of always going for the middle of the road.) 

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    Tully’s painting.
  6. caitlinpodiak said: I also felt like today seemed to be a generally miserable day for everyone, and wondered if there might be an astrological explanation.
  7. sarahwrotethat said: just wow
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  9. justsayjolie said: Heart-wrenching. Gah!
  10. natureinlove said: a veces yo estoy igual, son dias, no es malo, es bueno que pasen estas cosas
  11. ideleteme said: but the new monthly one(s) will be out soon!!
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