this is not gonna turn out well, is it?
Dammit, I’m tired of things fucking not turning out well. When the hell does something turn out right? The problem is that I ask too much of reality, and it resents me for doing so.
Is it too much to ask that someday I meet a dark-haired girl who’s both feminine and transcendent with regard to all this gender bullshit, who doesn’t take life too seriously, has no causes, watches football, listens to Soundgarden, wears jeans and work boots always (and wouldn’t consider anything else) and loves the smell of motor oil and gasoline, but also is in love with the Frankfurt school, knows Bordieu and Fellini, and likes brandy in coffee? Is it too much to ask that I meet a female version of myself?
Can I just screw myself?