no sense makes sense.

jp sent me times square on dvd so obviously i will be watching it with robin johnson's commentary tonight. oh, robin johnson. you & your gravelly voice. be mine, badass.

i had a bad freakout weekend. sometimes i forget how much i have been shaped by growing up queer in a small southern town & a southern baptist family. self-suppression is learned, okay?

tried to watch the zeffirelli version of romeo & juliet last night but nims fell asleep before we even got to the "if i profane with my unworthiest hand" part. she's charming.

i got these new grey pants, & they're the kind that unzip at the knee to turn into shorts. they're totally amazing because the way the zipper is hidden by a flap of fabric, right at the knee, reminds me of the way joints are constructed on action figures. action toby!

i'm gonna try to legally change my name really soon i think.