The movie's called "Weekend". I generally liked it, but this bit really hit me hard.
"Look: straight people like us as long as we conform, we behave by their little rules. Imagine your friends, if you suddenly started getting all political about being a fag, or you got suddenly, like, camp, or swishy, or talked about rimming all the time."
So I've been playing phone/fax/email/smoke signal/Morse tag for the last month and a bit trying to get into rehab. I finally managed to get everything clear and will be going in on Wednesday.
The road to recovery has been long, but hopefully I'm nearing the end.
you know that I'm a very sentimental man, and that, with this, comes a sort of extravagance of self-expression that might make me a bit of a handful if you're looking for a casual friend. Everything has to go out, be it good or bad, so that it doesn't stew in my mind and make me fret. Is this a symptom of my bipolar disorder? Eh, perhaps, but, in this context, I'm not interested in the
3247626 Already done that. Just grabbed it out of the case and went for it for a thread somewhere where there was a picture of one of the Mane Six was playing a bassoon,
First, let's hear you play?
d'aaawwww.
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Already done that. Just grabbed it out of the case and went for it for a thread somewhere where there was a picture of one of the Mane Six was playing a bassoon,
Good job, my friend, bravo!
D'awww. Yes.
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I've lost about fifty pounds in the last year and a bit. I actually feel as if I'm handsome, which is . . . well, it feels weird.
Reminds me a bit of Ricky Gervais...