pinkhairedcyn

I wish I was both nicer and less nice. Less paradoxically, I wish I could shut off the part of my brain that makes harsh snap judgements on things/people it doesn't know, and also turn off the part of my brain that makes me a complete sucker/push over. I'm too mean in my head and too nice outside of it.

Since dirty martinis are less alcoholic than regular martinis (dirty = splash of olive juice, and therefore not pure alcohol), I feel they are the mature and socially responsible drink of choice.

I find the Suicide Girls user interface to be completely confusing. And I really don't need another blog, as I have 4 or so already. But there is space for me to write, and so I feel compelled to fill it.

I've been realizing lately that I would like my boyfriend better if he were clincally depressed. Or possibly bipolar. This is disturbing on a lot of levels.