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The Continuing Adventures Of Roxy Shake, Pt. 11: “Too Long, Didn’t Read” (or “Good For Work Tomorrow”)
Tonight I feel like Leonard from Memento. I have all this stuff in my head, and I’m afraid that it will go away if I don’t scramble to grab it all before it fades to something intangible. The big points will remain, but life lies in the finer details.
Tonight was Punk Rockin’ Pastie Poppin’ Vol. 19: XXX-Mas in July - The Second Cumming. It was a fucking good time. Friends have heard time and time again that since I’m only really able to go out once a month, I like to make the most of an opportunity.
My grandmother passed away recently. She left behind an ethos that life should be lived, and that people should go out and have fun while they’re able to do so. In honor of her memory, and after a particularly strange month, it seemed somehow imperative that Roxy and I go have as much fun as we could this month. Punk Rockin’ Pastie Poppin’ is the place we most enjoy doing that.
The hindrance this month was an illness. That seasonal demon that rears its head when the weather goes all “hot-cold-hot-cold" and that congestion drops, and it feels like a wet spongemonster is sitting on your chest until you cry for mercy. I know I’ve cried “drunk” here once or twice, but I loaded up on medicine before we went to the show so that I could guarantee I wouldn’t be too feeble or infirmed to deliver for Roxy’s act this month. Unfortunately, the act itself had a little problem with my medicinal precautions. A beery problem that left me feeling stupid and mush-mouthed pretty much the whole night.
Anonymous asked: u take a lot of selfies. do u think ur pretty or smoething? ur not
hi there, anon. i didn’t realize i took a lot of selfies. thanks for the info. so, your question was whether i think i’m pretty. you already answered that no, i am not.
and i have to agree, anon. i don’t think i’m pretty bc i’m not.
i always have a double chin.
i constantly look like i haven’t slept in a week bc of my dark circles
and, i always look sunburnt. idfk why
i have this white line across my nose that makeup can’t cover up
i have tons of wrinkles on my forehead. like what the hell? i’m 25
also, it’s the size of fucking texas
i still don’t know how to smile in pictures bc i hate my fucking teeth
my feet are flat. my hips are huge. my boobs are weird. i am covered in stretch marks. my voice is grating. my ears stick out two miles from my head. i am always fucking sweating and i’ve been asked if i was pregnant more times than i can count.
so, you’re right. i’m not pretty. i can’t stand the way i look.
which is why it’s so fucking important that i post “a lot” of selfies. bc, anon, you’d better fucking believe that if i look in the mirror that day and don’t cringe, i’m gonna take a fucking picture to save that tiny little second. and GOD FORBID i show the world that i posses a little self love every once in a fucking while.
TO ANYONE READING THIS: DON’T EVER LET SOMEONE MAKE YOU FEEL ASHAMED FOR LIKING THE WAY YOU LOOK—EVEN IF IT’S JUST FOR A SECOND. IF YOU LOOK NICE, YOU TAKE THAT FUCKING SELFIE AND YOU SHOW IT TO THE GOD DAMN WORLD BC THEY DESERVE TO SEE THE GOD/GODDESS YOU ARE!
that beard finally coming in? go ahead, bro. take a selfie.
you finally got that piercing you’ve been wanting? not really my style, but you’re fucking rocking it. take a selfie.
your boobs look awesome in that shirt? take a selfie.
you finally lose or gain that weight you’ve been working on? take a selfie.
your eyeliner look awesome? your new sunglasses make you look like a celebrity avoiding the paparazzi? you killing that tux? you feel a tiny, rare level of self love? you always on a high level of self love? you just like your face?
TAKE A MOTHAFUCKING SELFIE!
thanks for the question, anon. this one’s for you.
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