When I was a little boy, I was more like a 67 year old gay man that’s kinda over it sexually, ya know? I was just like an old queen. I would come onto the recess yard and be like, “Everyone, get out of my way! I just want to sit here and feed my birds.” The gym teacher would tell me to play kickball, and I’d be like, “you want me to do whaaaat?”
One of the best specials I’ve seen in a while. Geezus. My stomach muscles ached afterwards.
I have a friend who, whenever we hang out, eventually says to me, “Franny, have you found yourself a man? I’m going to find you a man.” And I think it’s funny because 1) I’m pretty sure “all alone forever a gnome” will end up being my untrampy tramp stamp, and 2) I believe he genuinely thinks he could be the instigator of a romantic comedy.
But then I change the subject back to Doctor Who, and I don’t really have to worry about whether or not he’s going to blind fold me and take me to a singles’ game of dodge ball.
We Are Young — Fun. featuring Janelle Monae
This afternoon, I definitely was not reading Pride and Prejudice while listening to Niggas In Paris. And I definitely did not picture myself and then laugh at myself for five minutes. Those things did not happen.
But this song “happened” many, many times this past week.
- Stuart: I just bought a painting by fran-goh
- Me: Keep them coming
- Stuart: K. I'm doing the best I fran...
The week of final-ing and library-ing is over.
I never thought this would be my chemistry studying jamz.
Al Bowlly - Guilty
My friend painted an Alec Baldwin portrait.
JON, ARE YOU LISTENING?
