burns the city to the ground

[fahye]

I feel like I have a long and extremely whiny post bubbling up inside me about how much I want a girl to make out with and how little I am attracted to most lesbians I've met and how I have no idea where one finds cute queer girls who are also geeky and fun. Except online. And as much as I joke about being the perfect military wife, I still don't think dating someone on the other side of the world will do it for me in the long term :/ I'd want there to be makeouts and the eating of food in a vaguely date-like setting EVENTUALLY.

If I ever moved to America there could be inappropriate flirting with A LOT OF MY FLIST, I am just saying.

Okay, that's enough. I'm going to keep the irrational whining confined to these few sentences. And this comic strip.

WHY IS THERE NO GIN IN MY LIFE. GOD I MISS GIN. Alcohol of champions! and people brought up by an English mother!

Comments

[-leareth.livejournal.com]

I feel like I have a long and extremely whiny post bubbling up inside me about how much I want a girl to make out with and how little I am attracted to most lesbians I've met and how I have no idea where one finds cute queer girls who are also geeky and fun. Except online.

I just have to say THIS x 1000 LOL

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

I also wish to join this complaint!

[-leareth.livejournal.com]

Is that enough people to constitute a support group?

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

Yes!

Although really, an *online* support group for people who are aggravated by the fact that all the attractive women are *online* has certain logical flaws...

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Hey, we are all Sydneysiders, maybe we cando some RECRUITING.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

*cracks up* In that case we'd be an in-person support group of people bitching about how little we are attracted to most queer women we meet in person! Which might be therapeutic but can't be good for anyone's ego...

[-leareth.livejournal.com]

Does this mean we get an awesomely witty acronym name?

[-leareth.livejournal.com]

A self-perpetuating cycle of aggravation is hardly helpful, no *g*

[pathstotread.livejournal.com]

If I ever moved to America there could be inappropriate flirting with A LOT OF MY FLIST, I am just saying.

lolol. Oh Fahye, never change.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

HI THERE LESBIANS OF THE SEEKER

I MEAN --

No, that is exactly what I meant.

[pirateygoodness.livejournal.com]

Grad students and gay meds, if there are any. But I know the feeling.

[setissma.livejournal.com]

Dude, if you ever move to America, I HAVE DIBS. We would be a lesbian supercouple and be adorably red-headed and geeky all the time.

:> :> :>

JUST SO WE ARE CLEAR.

*cough*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Oh man, it has been years since I was red-headed :D

[themis.livejournal.com]

Your last line makes me think there's no gin in Australia and that . . . can't be right, but now I have visions of GINLESS AUSTRALIA. It's quite dystopian.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

The day Australia becomes ginless is the day I emigrate. No, it is just my life that is ginless :(

[inknose.livejournal.com]

Siiiigh... I know this feeling well. I am forever torn between really wanting makeouts, and the unfortunate combination of my not being attracted to anyone and my lack of interest in making out just for the sake of making out. COME ON, WORLD. I'M AT THAT AGE WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE HORMONAL AND PROMISCUOUS WHAT IS UP

(Your Angela moodtheme is quite appropriate here :P)

[fahye.livejournal.com]

I have never felt the slightest urge to be promiscuous, and I am only prone to short fits of hormone. I would make out with someone and then be all -- okay, and now can we watch TV on my couch? And bake brownies? And wander around an art gallery holding hands? I AM SECRETLY FORTY YEARS OLD.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

I can never think of gin without thinking of Dylan Moran:

The most dangerous drink is gin. You have to be really, really careful with that. And you also have to be 45, female and sitting on the stairs. Because gin isn't really a drink, it's more a mascara thinner. "Nobody likes my shoes! I made... I made fifty... fucking vol-au-vents, and not one of you... not one of you... said 'Thank you.'" And my favourite: "Everybody, shut up. Shut up! This song is all about me."


THAT SAID, I think you're entitled to a whiny post or fifty. Shoot me an email ♥

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Gin doesn't make me weepy because it's my unwinding-after-a-hard-day drink! It makes me sigh and feel happy.

True story: 80% of my whiny LJ posts begin life as a draft of an email to you, and then I stare at themin Gmail for a while and poke them into something that might actually be appropriate for public viewing. (Or else my poking is half-hearted because my mood is just that terrible, and you get the email. Or else I just stare, and then delete the whole thing.)

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Don't delete the whole thing! That's bad! :(

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Oh no, sometimes they NEED to be deleted because they are just unoriginal rehashing of old whines.