Look Mom, I'm A Bostonian

I met a woman today, a feminist.  She noticed my "Free Pussy Riot" sticker on my laptop and must have felt compelled to comment on it. I should have another sticker beside it saying, "Hey, yeah, it's cool if you want to talk about my stickers." So, she goes on about how it's admirable and she's a strong supporter of feminism. You know, standard stuff.  However, she then converted her attention to my, "What would Morrissey do?" sticker. To which she commented, "I'm not a fan of his ways of life. I may be a feminist, but I'm also a catholic." 

I dealt with this; I heard her out. I suppose I did so in hopes that she would conclude her most ignorant rant with a friendly, "Kidding!" But of course not. 

I ever so kindly told her, "You're a big dumb dumb. You simply cannot be a feminist and a homophobe at the same time. I'm sorry but your life is invalid. Next."

If only I had the gull to say such a thing to a poor old idiot. 

A little excerpt of my Bostonian experiences. 

A while back I found myself in the Boston Common; I was reading and people watching--one can find me doing this every Sunday. As I read I noticed a young brunette girl sit near me. Not NEAR me, but close enough. She was absolutely stunning. Short, brown, messy hair, and wearing a jean jacket that fit her just right. She pulled out a notebook and started writing God knows what. But whatever it was, I’m sure it was beautiful. Once started, it seemed as though she would never stop--a talent I envy. I sat there, reading my book and often peeking up just to look at her. For that is what I do: love from afar. I wouldn’t say I loved her, but boy was she mesmerizing. I got up, hoping to build the confidence to go and talk to her. I didn’t. Instead, I went down a way and sat on a bench. Occasionally looking up at her, hoping we would catch each other in our glances and fall in love on sight. Obviously it didn’t pan out in such a manner. After about 30 minutes of weighing my options--the pros and cons of sparking something up, or at least attempting to--I decided, plain and simple, “Fuck it.” I approached her; and with each step I took leading me closer to the possible death of my dignity, my heart beat triple the rate of that of a marathoner. 

That 50 foot walk felt like an infinity, and yet an infinity that wasn’t long enough. What the fuck was I doing?

I want to take a moment to congratulate my housemate, and friend, Prince, for being accepted into Law School. Ever since I met him, albeit a few short weeks ago, he has been stressing about schools and applications. So I am beyond happy to see that all his hard work and dedication has, at last, paid off. If anyone deserves it, it's you Prince! Well done. And if anyone would like to know more about this character, please feel free to check out his awesome political page where he discusses world events and affairs. princesdailyjournal

I've got plenty of time to make rent. 

Bing Bing Bing Bing!

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Early birthday gift from princesdailyjournal. What a guy. However, he then proceeded to explain how he now expects a gift in return...

Meet the newest member to the family.

In a city so rich with beautiful architecture, they chose to make this building from Hell the City Hall.

Neat little parade

Reading on the roof. Every now and then life gives me a break.

Found this hidden treasure earlier today.