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Wow wow wow

I can not believe how much it hurts to come back here. I know that sounds absurd, but Livejournal used to be so, so important to me. Now it's nothing. Now it's just... dead and that's really odd to see.

Life has treated me okay so far. I am now 30 and am the Executive Director of a LGBTQ non-profit that has been pretty successful. I live with my friend Jeremy and we've been living together for nearly a decade now (!!!). I own a home, have two dogs that I love very much, a cat I don't care much for at all and have seven chickens.

I am still single and haven't been in a relationship. That used to bother me a lot (back in my Livejournal days), but not really much anymore.

I guess that's about it. Was I really able to sum up my life in just a few paragraphs? I guess so!

I know that no one will read this, but I just want to say how important this blogging platform was for me. It really gave me a sense of community, when I didn't have that in person. It really made me feel like I was connected to people, when I wasn't really much locally. As a Queer kid growing up in the South, this is what I had. It was really important to me. It will always be really important to me. I am incredibly, incredibly grateful for what Livejournal gave me.
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God, people are so fuching disappointing. Sometimes I think that I invest too much into people too quickly, but I think I just have a nasty habbit of believing people when they make plans with me. I should learn to turn that off.

On another note, my farts have absolultly awful latley. Like, peel the paint off walls bad. Ugh.

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A long time ago, i did a 'mini post secret' thing on my livejournal and asked people to send in secrets. I only got one, it read:


"When Christian Turley killed himself I was angry because it meant I would have to post pone my own suicide until after graduation so I wouldn't be labeled a copycat.

I'm so sorry, Christian."


I just found this postcard again and it's been so long, but if you still read my journal, please send me an anonymous e-mail. I would love to hear from you.
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The most unwanted music is over 25 minutes long, veers wildly between loud and quiet sections, between fast and slow tempos, and features timbres of extremely high and low pitch, with each dichotomy presented in abrupt transition. The most unwanted orchestra was determined to be large, and features the accordion and bagpipe (which tie at 13% as the most unwanted instrument), banjo, flute, tuba, harp, organ, synthesizer (the only instrument that appears in both the most wanted and most unwanted ensembles). An operatic soprano raps and sings atonal music, advertising jingles, political slogans, and "elevator" music, and a children's choir sings jingles and holiday songs. The most unwanted subjects for lyrics are cowboys and holidays, and the most unwanted listening circumstances are involuntary exposure to commercials and elevator music. Therefore, it can be shown that if there is no covariance--someone who dislikes bagpipes is as likely to hate elevator music as someone who despises the organ, for example--fewer than 200 individuals of the world's total population would enjoy this piece.

I can't stop listening to this. Its beautiful

And here is the most wanted music. Its the most hilarious thing i have heard all week. Possibly month.
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This is a post about tattoos.

I really, really want 1 or 2 tattoos. I oubviousally want them to be Of Montreal or Elephant 6 related.

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I don't know, someone should give me tattoo advice.