a few months ago i was looking through some old art and crappy “picture books” i made as a child and i found a book called “ella ellis and her big bush” and when i was younger it was just “oh it’s a little bunny and her secret hiding place :33” and now that i think back i remember my mom laughing and i was like what what what’s funny
and i’m going to a birthday party tomorrow
thanks bro jangles! you’re too kind :3
in more awesome news!
excepting the rather shittastic turn of yesterday evening, it had been a pretty good week so far
i got to dress like this:
for pride prom (annual big queer dance for youth) and went with a good friend and danced (well, flailed) all night
also won best costume and got crowned prom ace - the gender-neutral option alongside prom king and queen - and got all kinds of nifty loot
plus the next day i got to hang out with my bestie who’s leaving for two months on saturday
played dumb video games and chatted and ate and had general awesome times
and yesterday i had a lot of fun seeing kate bornstein speak until the anxiety attack hit
so: good times! fuck anxiety and random douchebags on the street.
you are not allowed to be so great looking and fabulous js