Alena Posted July 18, 2017 Posted July 18, 2017 31 minutes ago, DripDrip said: Buddy's Lip Sync: Buttons - he films himself shirtless Gimme More - he films himself shitless Partition - he films himself shirtless I wonder who Aciid will rank #1 this time
Buddy! Posted July 18, 2017 Posted July 18, 2017 Funnily enough, someone suggested that I use myself as a apart of my lip sync but spoiler alert!!!!!!!! I'm not.
DripDrip Posted July 18, 2017 Posted July 18, 2017 18 minutes ago, Buddy! said: Is there something wrong with that
Aciid Posted July 18, 2017 Posted July 18, 2017 13 minutes ago, Alena said: I wonder who Aciid will rank #1 this time No one because someone will take my place a day before results are due, while I'm out at the hetero club.
EJQL8 Posted July 18, 2017 Posted July 18, 2017 26 minutes ago, Buddy! said: Is there something wrong with that lack of frontal, duh
Citrus Posted July 18, 2017 Author Posted July 18, 2017 "Ladies and ladyboys, we have a special treat for you tonight!" Water bottle? Recorder? Notebook? I quickly run through each of my essential items, running my hands down until I feel my notebook in my back pocket. Flipping through it, I stop on a new page. "Assault @ Arthur's Theater 7/22" I write, scribbling some quick bullet points to jog my memory if I blank. The lights go up and my heart begins to sound louder in my chest - this is it. One I saunter backstage, intoxicated by the fumes of a good performance. The crowd was hesitant at first, but they came around eventually. "Good job kid." The host shakes my hand and heads onstage to announce the next performer. I never know what to do right after a show. There's a high you can ride for a bit, a certain sense of self that is only fully realized in the afterglow of a strong connection with the crowd. Once you've had that high, you learn to associate with it all of your good and your bad, your strong and your weak, your joy and your pain. There is no confessional without a microphone, no grievance without publicity. I collect my things, get my check from the producer, and I head out the back door, looking at my phone. Mark was at the show tonight - I wonder what he thought of it. ______________________________________________________________________________________ "Why didn't you tell me?" He's upset with me. In truth, there is no way for me to answer that question that won't hurt him. "We've been together for three years and you just never mention this? Like, I'm not mad because it's your thing but you can tell a roomful of strangers but you can't tell the person you love?" His voice is rising despite his insistence that he's fine. "Mark," I say, "I...It's a lot easier to talk to people in that setting than it is one on one. I have control, I have security, I know how things are going to go-" "Okay well how do you think it felt to sit there and see your boyfriend suffering from something that you could've helped him with?" I don't say anything. "Matt, I just don't feel like you want to share things with me. I want to support you." This was the integral moment, and it was one of succinct and painful clarity. I say it quickly, but the words are not hasty: "I don't need your support." His eyes dim and his mouth tucks in at the corners as we both absorb the implicit message hanging heavily in the air above our kitchen table. On the wall is a row of photographs of us, of trips, of food, and of memories that all of a sudden appear colorless and unimportant. "I forgot," he says, "You're Matt. You don't need anybody." Two ______________________________________________________________________________________ The walls are an ugly shade of blue, which is an unfathomable statement because, only six months ago, I thought it was the most beautiful robin's egg hue. But now, devoid of furniture and the echoes of footsteps, the apartment is achingly empty. The windows are open but the sounds of the city hurry by and refuse to enter, leaving me still and unflinching on the hardwood floors I had spent weekends staining. This must be what it's like after a funeral, once everyone has left. The landlord takes the key, preparing to cart the corpse off and into a hillside plot that we've agreed doesn't deserve a headstone. As I descend the stairs one last time, each footfall lingers just a second too long for comfort. Even when I emerge onto the street, I can't suppress the feeling that I've lost something. Phone? Wallet? Backpack? Notebook. I turn and rush up the stairs, catching the landlord before she leaves. It's sitting on the ledge between the kitchen and the living room, the same one that once played host to a dazzling array of liquor bottles that we never finished because they were too expensive. Before I leave, an idea flits through my head and burrows into my chest, biting its way into my heart. Opening my backpack - I promise I'll only be a moment - I feel for a pen and open to a new page: "Idea: Breakups, never sign onto a lease with-" I can't finish the sentence. There's a show tonight, and with it a check that I can't turn down. But I can't talk about this tonight. Closing my notebook and slipping it into my backpack, I nod at the landlord and return to the street. I have to remind myself that I chose this - it's my fault. I made the decision to wed them: my good with my bad, my strong with my weak, and my joy with my pain. "And till death do they part." It's cheesy and melodramatic, and that makes me smile. Three
DripDrip Posted July 18, 2017 Posted July 18, 2017 Carne Asada fries is the best invention ever and of course it hails from the most iconic place ever, Southern California.
Aciid Posted July 18, 2017 Posted July 18, 2017 1 hour ago, DripDrip said: Carne Asada fries is the best invention ever and of course it hails from the most iconic place ever, Southern California. I've never tasted or seen carne asada fries. But Sonora has the best carne asada in México, a fact.
PhreshDiamond Posted July 18, 2017 Posted July 18, 2017 On 17/07/2017 at 11:49 PM, Citrus said: In heels, basic makeup, and short shorts dancing to pop music in a public park in Texas. The Lord was protecting her that day. I'M ****ING SCREECHING @jpow
ATRL Moderator khalyan Posted July 18, 2017 ATRL Moderator Posted July 18, 2017 5 minutes ago, PhreshDiamond said: I'M ****ING SCREECHING @jpow A truck drove by and I was lowkey scared for my life
PhreshDiamond Posted July 18, 2017 Posted July 18, 2017 1 minute ago, jpow said: A truck drove by and I was lowkey scared for my life I NEED TO SEE THIS
ATRL Moderator khalyan Posted July 18, 2017 ATRL Moderator Posted July 18, 2017 3 minutes ago, PhreshDiamond said: I NEED TO SEE THIS Let me PM you after work idk which YouTube account it's on nnn
DripDrip Posted July 19, 2017 Posted July 19, 2017 1 hour ago, Aciid said: I've never tasted or seen carne asada fries. But Sonora has the best carne asada in México, a fact. It's basically a heart attack on a plate since its guacamole, sour cream, french fries and carne. But its soooooo good. I'll eat it like every other month cause I like my arteries. My best friend's sister went to Mexico recently.I think I saw your tia selling helados in the park on her snapchat story.
Moonchild Posted July 19, 2017 Posted July 19, 2017 (edited) 6 hours ago, Aciid said: No one because someone will take my place a day before results are due, while I'm out at the hetero club. The way Chanel and Citrus sent me death threats to submit when they wanted results 24 hours earlier at the last minute Edited July 19, 2017 by Moonchild
Citrus Posted July 19, 2017 Author Posted July 19, 2017 During finals week a while back, I had this app that gave you rewards points for having your phone off in class buildings. There was a local greasy dive bar that would give you a free plate of chili cheese fries for like 100 rewards points. At this point in the semester, I had like 1200 points, and I spent all of them in a week on those chili cheese fries.
Rhisiart Posted July 19, 2017 Posted July 19, 2017 23 minutes ago, Citrus said: During finals week a while back, I had this app that gave you rewards points for having your phone off in class buildings. There was a local greasy dive bar that would give you a free plate of chili cheese fries for like 100 rewards points. At this point in the semester, I had like 1200 points, and I spent all of them in a week on those chili cheese fries. I hope your stomach and bowels were able to make it until after your finals. That sounds like a nightmare waiting to happen.
DripDrip Posted July 19, 2017 Posted July 19, 2017 50 minutes ago, Citrus said: Sounds like a problem for bottoms!
Citrus Posted July 19, 2017 Author Posted July 19, 2017 Was gonna make an entry this round, but I remembered I don't have to.
DripDrip Posted July 19, 2017 Posted July 19, 2017 46 minutes ago, Buddy! said: Aren't you a bottom? Not for anyone at the moment
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