Let me explain

The idea is to expand on things I have posted to Twitter. And post totally unrelated pictures.

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I think alcoholics really do have the right idea. One whiskey, One beer, and Two glasses of wine later and I don’t even remember what I was so upset about.

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Oh my God you guys, it was the sweetest thing, Encore know I was feeling blue and so they played Fletch tonight. It’s times like this that you know who your friends really are.

I took a picture of this utility box in Capitola because it was painted to look like an aquarium.

I took a picture of this utility box in Capitola because it was painted to look like an aquarium.

GPOYW, because I want to fit in here with people who don’t even know I exist
I received the gift of bangs a few weeks ago because it was my hairdressers turn to punish me. I am currently very much over having anything touch my forehead ever, but I can’t do anything about it until things go out a little more.

GPOYW, because I want to fit in here with people who don’t even know I exist

I received the gift of bangs a few weeks ago because it was my hairdressers turn to punish me. I am currently very much over having anything touch my forehead ever, but I can’t do anything about it until things go out a little more.

Today I woke up and I found myself wandering the aisles of Target totally unaware of how I got there. Ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba.7:42 PM Oct 13th from web

Watched a three hour marathon of “The Office” last night on TBS that was apparently sponsored by Target because they played a lot of Target ads all featuring the same slightly hypnotic song.

Most of my medical knowledge comes from Baseball Tonight, so I can only assume the pain in my back requires Tommy John Surgery.about 7 hours ago from UberTwitter

I swear to God that I’ve somehow damaged my Oblique swinging that fucking golf club even though I’m not entire sure where or what an Oblique is.

Spent the day in LA where I saw world renown art and architecture, but this was the only picture I came home with.

Spent the day in LA where I saw world renown art and architecture, but this was the only picture I came home with.

“Cap’n Sleepy Seal”
Today at my happy place, Port San Luis Pier.

“Cap’n Sleepy Seal”

Today at my happy place, Port San Luis Pier.

zolora:

I blurred out this person’s name and icon because my intention is not to make fun of him or his comment, which I don’t doubt was made with good intentions. It just got me thinking of something that’s become a consistent source of frustration.
I get these kinds of comments—“you’re weird, but in a good way”—a lot from guys. I know what they mean, I know they mean well (unless they qualify everything with You’re Not Like The Other Girls sentiment, because, hey, insulting the rest of my gender? Not the way to my heart, shockingly enough), and yes, it’s flattering. But it’s also problematic. I won’t go quoting Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (although I could, all day long), but it does seem like an awful lot of guys attracted to “weird” girls want the quirkiness and humor and varied interests—all the fun stuff—without any of the flaws of, you know, an actual human being, not an idealized type, and can’t deal with the reality. Ditto for guys who claim to want a strong, independent woman—as long as she’ll drop everything and fawn over them when they want attention.
I know plenty of women are guilty of this, too. I certainly have been. I want some one real—in all their complexity—to love, though, even though I know it’s hard. Most worthwhile things are. I just need to find a guy who’s looking for more than a manic pixie dream girl first.
I blame Zach Braff.
(Thus concludes Part VIIIinfinity of Theresa’s Why I’m Still Single manifesto.)

Zolora, I also appreciate that you occasionally display certain personality traits that I find appealing. I suppose I am one of those men who are attracted to women I perceive as fun and interesting. Maybe I too wouldn’t be single if I weren’t so stuck on wanting to find someone that’s little different and unique. And I also like many of those movies featuring Manic Pixie Dream Girls because I am sympathetic to the main characters who have found an agent of change and improvement in their lives in an attractive women. Maybe these fictional characters would be more well-rounded and better developed if they weren’t fictional, secondary to the main character, and were given more than two hours of exposure, and produced in a medium that had a reputation of developing full formed female characters. If I spend more that two hours with a real person, I would hope some flaws and other personality aspects would surface, if I recall, finding those things out about a person is one of the highlights of the experience.

zolora:

I blurred out this person’s name and icon because my intention is not to make fun of him or his comment, which I don’t doubt was made with good intentions. It just got me thinking of something that’s become a consistent source of frustration.

I get these kinds of comments—“you’re weird, but in a good way”—a lot from guys. I know what they mean, I know they mean well (unless they qualify everything with You’re Not Like The Other Girls sentiment, because, hey, insulting the rest of my gender? Not the way to my heart, shockingly enough), and yes, it’s flattering. But it’s also problematic. I won’t go quoting Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (although I could, all day long), but it does seem like an awful lot of guys attracted to “weird” girls want the quirkiness and humor and varied interests—all the fun stuff—without any of the flaws of, you know, an actual human being, not an idealized type, and can’t deal with the reality. Ditto for guys who claim to want a strong, independent woman—as long as she’ll drop everything and fawn over them when they want attention.

I know plenty of women are guilty of this, too. I certainly have been. I want some one real—in all their complexity—to love, though, even though I know it’s hard. Most worthwhile things are. I just need to find a guy who’s looking for more than a manic pixie dream girl first.

I blame Zach Braff.

(Thus concludes Part VIIIinfinity of Theresa’s Why I’m Still Single manifesto.)

Zolora, I also appreciate that you occasionally display certain personality traits that I find appealing. I suppose I am one of those men who are attracted to women I perceive as fun and interesting. Maybe I too wouldn’t be single if I weren’t so stuck on wanting to find someone that’s little different and unique. And I also like many of those movies featuring Manic Pixie Dream Girls because I am sympathetic to the main characters who have found an agent of change and improvement in their lives in an attractive women. Maybe these fictional characters would be more well-rounded and better developed if they weren’t fictional, secondary to the main character, and were given more than two hours of exposure, and produced in a medium that had a reputation of developing full formed female characters. If I spend more that two hours with a real person, I would hope some flaws and other personality aspects would surface, if I recall, finding those things out about a person is one of the highlights of the experience.

Doctor dilated my eyes this morning in preperation for my laser surgery on Friday. Thanks to the internet, I’m going to be making “pew pew” sounds in my head while the laser is going.

Doctor dilated my eyes this morning in preperation for my laser surgery on Friday. Thanks to the internet, I’m going to be making “pew pew” sounds in my head while the laser is going.