1. This is what a bad-ass vegan Earl Grey donut with Earl Grey icing with orange zest and Froot Loops on top looks like. I’m kind of proud of myself.

    However, today is one of those days where I begin to question the efficacy of my herbal health routine. I started coming down with a cold this afternoon and it’s just been edging its way into my life. A little bit of green snot (I’m ruining the tasty image for you), runny nose, itchy swollen lymph nodes, sneezing, itchy throat, body aches (although those could very well be hormonal)… I’m not down with this. Granted, it could be much, much worse. It could be by the time I wake up, but I certainly hope not, especially because I’ve gotta get up and get a couple fillings this afternoon.

    Seriously, five shows in a row, especially in the winter… I’m really hoping I don’t have to do this again for a while. It’s clearly taken its toll on my wellness. (The fact that my diet has been totally terrible and my sleep schedule is still totally fucked even though I start school on Tuesday doesn’t help, I’m sure.)

    In short, hit me up for donuts and suggest really awesome cold and flu remedies for me. I’m gonna go buy either more Coldcalm or some oscillococcinum tomorrow and kick this thing in the ass.


  2. A twenty-five year old woman was found dead in a four-story Brooklyn apartment building that caught on fire early Saturday morning. Police identified the victim as Lorena Escalera.

    The New York Times on the other hand identified the woman that died in the fire as “curvaceous,” someone who “drew admiring glances” in her “gritty Brooklyn neighborhood,” and noted she was known to invite men for visits to her apartment.

    Just to make sure we’re all on the same a page, a woman was found dead and the first sentence in the New York Times story about the incident was: “She was 25 and curvaceous, and she often drew admiring glances in the gritty Brooklyn neighborhood where she was known to invite men for visits to her apartment, her neighbors and the authorities said.”

    The two Times writers Al Baker and Nate Schweber said Escalera was “called Lorena,” as opposed to saying she was “named Lorena” or that she simply was Lorena.

    The story that should have been about an apartment fire or even a suspicious fire instead turned in to the reporters interviewing neighbors about who Escalera was supposedly sleeping with and how she dressed.

    Below is an excerpt from Baker and Schweber’s story published in the Times on Saturday:

    Oscar Hernandez, 30, a mechanic, said she had had some of her ribs removed in an effort to slim her waist.

    “For a man, he was gorgeous,” Mr. Hernandez said, noting Ms. Escalera’s flowing hair and “hourglass figure.”

    Gary Hernandez, 25, a neighbor, said that Ms. Escalera had worked as an escort and that he regularly saw her advertising her service on an adult Web site.

    “She was always on her laptop posting ads about herself,” said Mr. Hernandez (who is not related to Oscar Hernandez). “Still, she was a nice person.”

    A debris pile outside the apartment, which is above a funeral home, contained many colorful items. Among them were wigs, women’s shoes, coins from around the world, makeup, hair spray, handbags, a shopping bag from Spandex House, a red feather boa and a pamphlet on how to quit smoking.

    Aaron McQuade, GLAAD’s Director of News and Field Media questions how the Times would have covered the story if the word “transgender” was out of the equation:

    Would the New York Times ever describe a woman who is not transgender, who had died in a fire, as “curvaceous” - in the first sentence, no less? Would it carefully note that her apartment contained makeup and “women’s shoes?” Would it say that she was “called” whatever her name was - especially if police later identified her by that name?

    McQuade noted on GLAAD’s blog his organization has reached out the Times to ensure that “exploitative pieces like this” aren’t printed in the future.

    (Source: transfeminism, via stfusexists)


  3. Dear god, someone please give me a life so I can stop taking stupid-ass webcam pictures of myself. No wonder hardly anyone reads my “blog.”

    My entire summer is probably gonna consist of this nonsense.

    But look how spooky I am with my candlelight.


  4. Buying red velvet ice cream again was the worst idea ever.

    If I had to choose one dessert to eat for the rest of my life, it might be red velvet ice cream. So fucking good. The only problem is that I’ve been slightly lactose intolerant ever since I had my gallbladder removed.

    If you can provide me with an excellent recipe for vegan red velvet ice cream, I’ll love you forever. I’ll even go to the trouble of making it, complete with pieces of vegan red velvet cake (once I finally find a recipe I like for that, too).

    I want to eat all of it forever, but my stomach says no.

    In case you were wondering, so far, my summer plans for healthy eating have been a major fail. I ate an organic carrot today and some black bean and tofu enchiladas, but other than that, I’ve been eating nothing but junk. I’ve consistently felt like shit, too.


  5. Okay, so I ended up staying out all day and the rant probably won’t be finished tonight.

    You’re gonna be so let-down by the time I post it. For an aspiring writer, I’m not very good at writing.




  7. I don’t even think I’m into the idea of dating. (I’ve never really dated anyone, because let’s be real, internet ex-gf doesn’t count.)

    I think I just want someone pretty to look at (as close to Davey Havok as possible is obviously ideal, because that face) and talk to about music and maybe go to shows with. But mostly, I want someone to look at, because as someone who damn near never experiences sexual attraction*, general physical attraction is really all I can hope for. Maybe I want someone to look pretty with?

    *The only sex in my life comes from gay fanfiction and I don’t know whether to be ashamed or not.

    And also, I’m starting to use Tumblr lingo in place of real English and that’s not a good thing at all. 


  8. GPOY


  9. I swear to god I’ve had a sinus infection or something for the past several months. I want to break my face open and empty my head out. I’m sick of always feeling like I’ve been punched in the nose and eyes.

    Whine, whine, whine, whine.