Thanks for the follow! Just out of curiosity, how did you stumble across my tumblr? We seem to have a mutual friend.
Occasionally, I’ll click around interesting usernames that other people mention or reblog. That’s most likely how I came across you and/or your friend, though I can’t remember the exact details and am not sure exactly who you mean.
But yeah. I really love your blog. A perfect blend of humor, harmful substances, and designer labels. :)
They list “having denigrating thoughts about other pedestrians” as a trait of this syndrome, but I think that’s a little unfair. Sidewalk rage or not, other pedestrians all suck and deserve to be denigrated as much as possible.
I frequently have bursts of, “I can’t deal with this,” and have to quickly dart past groups of slow people.
“As for Miley now, Billy Ray likens her to Kurt Cobain, Anna Nicole Smith and Michael Jackson over the course of the conversation, but backtracks a bit when it’s pointed out that it’s not exactly the most flattering company to be in.”—
“Honestly, it’s pretty exorbitant …. If you come and see a show of mine, there is no shortage of glitter. By the end, everyone from the back of the auditorium to the very front is covered and potentially choking on glitter. I am shooting glitter from glitter guns and out of every orifice in my body. It’s really a big part of what I do. It’s my goal to cover the planet in glitter and take the fuck over. I can’t do that if I don’t have a shit-ton of glitter.”—