My “hey, how have you been? :)” count is up to about 10 already.

Someone’s suddenly #anticuffingseason

Or, you know… Just easily approachable and also gay.



Do you hate going back and seeing how many times you blogged about someone who isn’t worth your time? 

I do. I try not to look. Wish the past me didn’t care. Wish she knew what I do. 

Unusual compliment

People talk about how “women’s clocks” tick.

Men’s do, too. 

Also, they are insane, which is the more important part. 

Some guy awkwardly hit on me via the internet (always?)  He said he was “ready to get married and reproduce,” and that I am “smart, attractive, and eccentric,” and he’s “into genetics, and wants to give his offspring the best chance in this crazy, trump led world.” 

Somehow, through I realize he is possibly insane, I’ve honed in on this one little tidbit: eccentric. I’m validating him. I’ve felt eccentric. I’m not sure if anyone has actually ever said it out loud to me, but it feels so.

What makes me eccentric? Sometimes, I attribute being eccentric to being smart. Does being smart make one seem odd? I’ve been assuming that for a while, and maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m nerdy. Maybe I’m weird. Maybe I really do dress funny. Maybe I’m eccentric. 

Is it bad?