2008 was so last year.. right?

I learned that I like this hat this year.

I think red is my favorite color

I've never even heard of that.

New shirt feat a very, very, very drunk Naus.

I wish I didn't feel so alone.

A lot of people ask me questions like this, so I'll only respond to this one. I don't answer questions about my sexuality, because if I say I'm bisexual, people want proof that I've been with a guy. If I say pansexual, they want proof I've been with someone who is trans or otherwise. I suppose I equate the question to wondering how I know I'm /actually/ LGBT. It's kind of rude to ask. Just know that I know. ^.^

I’m passionate about my favorite colour, but I can’t exactly tell you what it looks like. Have you ever driven directly outside of a city at night, along a large body of water, while the weather is pouring down rain? That’s oddly specific because I’m writing of my time in Cleveland, Ohio about two years ago, but my point remains the same, which is that everything you see is blue. There is nothing more beautiful than this blue. The rain is grey against the blue-grey clouds. The warm, yellow street lights change colour to reflect the mood of its icy-cold atmosphere. I know it can’t be a sad blue, a melancholy blue or even a peaceful blue because of Lake Erie, blue in its rage, repeatedly climbed its enclosure and jumped onto the highway that stretched before me. If anything, it was a combination of many blues that you cannot readily identify as an independent shade. No, I can’t tell you what my favorite shade of blue is by the way it appears, but by the way it feels. So my favorite colour is emotional blue, and that’s what I’m passionate about.

Do you remember that day, when we met? You told me this gets harder. Well, it did.

Spend ten racks on a new chain My bitch love do cocaine, ooh.

No, I will not speak up, I have anxiety and this almost killed me.

I accidentally ended up at Columbus Pride last week and it was too hot to wear black.

"Hi Dad, what's up?"