Living With Ian is Still Completely Amazing

I went to the Austin Women's Clothing Swap last weekend.  So incredible.  With the live music and the sorting efforts I was a part of and the buzzing energy of all those women, I was overcome with my how much I love my gender and others of my gender.  We are so capable.  I wish I had given more to the cause now.

Man I want dreads so freaking bad.

"Steal Something From Work Day" is retarded

This makes me angry:
http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/group.php?gid=266656408191&ref=mf

I hate anti-capitalist anarchists.  What makes me angry is how they handle their anger towards the large overhead and occasional corruption of corporations, which, noted, is often well placed.  If these anti-establishment anarchists don't like working for the man or feel like someone's flying a private jet at their expense, work for someone else!!!  Like a small business, or better yet start a worker's cooperative with no overhead, or better still, you could drop out of the system and just start urban homesteading.  This problem has many solutions, and you don't have to bring down capitalism or steal from good businesses to improve your situation.  Capitalism is well loved by many, not just capitalists, and for those who hate it, capitalism helps those people more than they realize.  Capitalism benefits the consumer more than any other system, which most Americans are.

Not just my face, but my whole heart is covered in smiles

Ahhhh Ian makes my life feel like a Mazzy Star song.  Like dreamy soft and loved up. 

Joseph Stack

Everyone's been giving me flack for feeling this way, but I read Joseph Stack's suicide manifesto and he didn't sound like a lunatic or a maniac.  He didn't sound like a terrorist nutjob.  He just sounded really angry at being fucked over by the IRS too many times.  I get pissed off at our aggressive coercive government at times too, doesn't everyone?  Our current tax code has become basically a financial rape instruction manual, and although I would never initiate violence against the government, my heart does go out to Joseph Stack, and I sympathize with him.
You know who I don't sympathize with?  The IRS.  I think they're a bunch of thugs, stealing from us, abusing us, and hassling us.  They want to squeeze every bit of money out of us that they possibly can in their own self-interest and they're able to do so because they have the power of the state behind them.  They have made us slaves to the enrichment of the government and if you work for the IRS (although you may not deserve to die), you're NOT innocent, you're a scum sucking asshole. 

Whether or not violence is an effective means to achieving a non-aggressive government has yet to be seen, but goddamn it, they need to reform the fucking tax code (among other things).

EDIT:  I've changed my opinion about the last part.  I now think that you can only create a non-coercive, non-nonviolent free society with non-coercive, non-violent means.

Come for the breasts, stay for the ... dance moves?

Will someone let me borrow their cat to roll around and take naked pictures with?

Man, if you ever move in with your boyfriend, be prepared for your family to be PISSED AS FUCK.  Nothing puts a damper on your happiness like having your dad call you all sorts of names and telling you he never wants to see your boyfriend ever again.  Ugh!  Shit is rough.  But I have made plenty of decisions before that I'm glad I made but know my parents would disapprove of if they knew about them.  I doubt this will be any different.  I know I made the right choice.  This decision and this man are right as rain for me, and I have a lot of peace in my heart about moving in with Ian.  The rest of the world can just shit a brick about it for all I care.

Mmmmmm  here are things that have been making my heart soar lately:
1) Waking up next to Ian every morning because he is always so warm and snuggly.
2) Eating free oatmeal that's 5 minutes past it's expiration date at Jamba Juice.
3) Ian in winter clothes, i.e. like yesterday when he wore his super soft navy cashmere and silk sweater with taupe khakis.  He's so yummy.
4) Watching Kevin Smith movies and Who Framed Roger Rabbit with Ian at night.
5) Finding my socks in with Ian's socks when I fold laundry.
6) The look on Ian's face when he comes home and sees what I made for dinner.
7) The flourless chocolate dome cake at PF Changs.

Fatty

Oh dear lord, did I just eat all the rest of that creamcheese frosting by myself?  Uggggggghhhhhhh  I need a better hobby.  I also need to workout.

Transitions

So I'm all moved in to Ian's apartment.  It feels pretty weird.  It's like all my random crap like bongos and a sewing machine and kites and libertarian propaganda among his uber modern minimalist decor that I never would have picked for myself.  But then I see J. Alfred Prufrock, my gold ceramic duck in the bedroom and the peanut butter we got together at the grocery store because I like chunky, and I guess I really live here now.

I cried like a little bitty fucking baby last night for at least an hour leaving the co-op with all my stuff and when we got home.  God I still feel like crying for another hour about it.  I loved that place.  I don't care if it was a shithole, it was my shithole and I loved everyone in it and everything about it.  When you live there, you don't realize how much your stuff smells like stale cigarette ashes and pot.  Such a beautiful experience to know so many true authentic people, people who care about me and looked out for me.  Of course I'll visit, but I'll miss out on stuff I know it.  Like when we had a huge snowball fight with newspaper in the dining room, and all the late night dance parties in the kitchen making french fries, or just all the times I came home for lunch and laughed until my sides hurt.  Submission parties, Molly cuddle fests, sitting around on the back porch shootin' the shit.  Ahhh, it's so heartbreaking not being there!

Looks like it's time to cry some more.