feeling better.

Apparently all it takes to get me through major emotional hardship is a party populated exclusively by gay men, with the occasional female, a long subway ride with Ben Folds, and an afternoon having my hair pulled out in Brooklyn by a very aggressive girl with autism.

Also there is a guy I volunteer with and I think he has a crush on me. He's cute in like a goofy football player kind of way.

What's the problem with this?

Oh, he's 17. No big.

I just want to scream at him, "Stop it! I'm old and dried up!"

...except I would probs do him.

I'm a rapist. Excellent.

I think it's pretty funny, actually.