Sterioge.

dradams:

CARDSLIVETONIGHT. movie one for a friday night hotel warrior. i hope the guy’s get bored and text me (they won’t…..) whatev. i’m no fun actually cause i talk about physics and i know how annoying it get’s i mean, i don’t even know why i get so heated over Leonard Susskind. I mean, war with Stephen Hawking all you want, really, and I won’t not be able to look. why do I like this stuff. this book The Black Hole War has been totally rocking my brain in the nastiest way. still, it seems plausible. 

i dont care if it sounds nerdy or if i am totally comfortable not being a macho idiot (yes i read re-blogs), i am just as likely to listen to a Celtic Frost record as I am to be open minded enough to discuss “sex and the city”. god forbid men actually spend any time getting to know how modern women feel ( i am responding to you, yes you, so fragile in your suggestive re-blogs that my open-mindedness somehow instigated you to question me sexuality- you know, in talk therapy, you would immediately qualify for having some repression issues. and you would find that out if you read New Scientist or Vogue even- and yes, that is perfectly punk as in “i do what i like and could only pity those who felt they could not-” it must be a pain spending all that time fitting in sir or mam.