Hello, my name is Randi. Here are some facts about me. If any of this is going to be a major issue, I suggest we maybe not be friends. No hard feelings. If any of this delights you, awesome!

-I identify as a lesbian
-I also identify as a high femme
-I am into fat acceptance, so fat haters can leave.
-I am Jewish. This means my son will be circumcised, so if you can't deal with that, see ya. Also, people who are militantly anti-Israel...we probably aren't going to get along.
-I live in Montana. It is so boring.
-I love Jonathan Richman, and write about him quite a bit. Don't worry, I'm not generally a stalker. If you like him, I will probs love you.
-If you're going to be ridiculously dramatic about minor issues, do us both a favor and don't add me. 
-If you can't handle civil disagreement, don't add me. 
-If you're going to take my shit to anon, I will hunt you down and let me cats use you as both a litterbox and cat tree. I promise not to do it to you if you promise the same. 
-I love folk music in general
-I fight crime on weekends and bank holidays
-I'm religious, so if you really hate religious people, you might not be happy here. That being said, I do not even care in the slightest what your personal beliefs are, so I welcome you with open arms whether you are an atheist or a nun.
-I post outfits a lot. I hope that won't bother you. 
-I post sometimes about the supernatural. If you'd like to be included in these posts, just let me know, and I will add you to the filter. Don't be offended if I don't add you at first, I write about some really personal stuff there, and so I like to kind of know people first. 

My pride eyeliner, as requested by lemonandgrapes 



Any other questions? Ask! Something you think I should put on here? Let me know!

 I actually do believe, dear children, that gay marriage will be made legal in my lifetime. And there will be lovely rainbow-hued weddings from sea to shining sea, and we will all be so happy, and then our divorce rate will quickly rise up to the challenge the straights have laid before us, and everyone will shut up and it'll be just peachy. 

I also do not believe that I will stay unmarried because of my terrible and horrific fatty fat fatness. I have more than my share of dates, when I, you know, agree to go out on one, and my darling obese ass has broken more than a few hearts. I plan on addressing all of this in a later post about how I refuse to spend my entire life starving myself so I can look like a prepubescent version of myself, but that is not necessarily important to this topic. Suffice it to say that I'm not afraid that my glorious fatness will leave me cold and alone in the dark. 

No, my dear ones, my permanently single self will be due to my personality. I am picky, I am obstinate, I am vain...and I'm sort of okay with all of those things. I'm always going to be the girl who spends too much on clothes and shoes and makeup, and my lord, if some woman tried to tame that she would find herself in a world of trouble. Vanity is a part of my essential nature, right along with my being a whore and refusal to commit. I'm like the lesbian Blanche Devereaux. All the other lesbians in my life are in some sort of race to see who can be tied down the fastest, and it's somewhat like being out on Black Friday, when people are picking up anything they see that even remotely looks promising, to say nothing of the disappointment when you get the toaster out of the box and figure out that she is physically incapable of doing the damn dishes. Come to think of it, most of my straight friends are doing this too. I don't know if there is some sort of madness that seizes people in their 20s, but it's like they're all flinging themselves upstream to spawn. I somehow missed the memo. I would rather spend the rest of my life alone than be with someone who didn't suit my needs pretty damn close to perfectly. If I really get interested in someone, I ask all the biggies: Do you want kids? The religion thing, for real, are we going to have a conflict? (That one is generally yes) Are you going to be boring? 

 Idk if I'll be back before I get back from Israel, though. I understand if you remove me from your flist. Sorry, guys. 


Also if there's something I should REALLY REALLY know, message me or tell me here. 

 Okay....cleaned up my room HUGE. Redecorating for the first time since I moved here.


CANNOT FIND SEVERAL OF MY JONATHAN RICHMAN POSTERS.

Hey girl, did it not work out back west? 

 I had a lot of feelings written up about being a fat woman that considers myself pretty, but PERHAPS ANOTHER DAY

Instead you get a really shitty picture of me in the skirt I made!
( retro fab!Collapse )

 Does anyone love the utterly ridiculous campfest that is Dante's Cove?


Does anyone want to come over and watch it with me?

 So my friend Tiffeny (I know, I know, but that's how she spells it) had this fabulous black dress with silver spangles and a little bit of rhinestone trim. I noticed it when she was going to THROW IT AWAY. My reaction was essentially OMG THINK OF THE CHILDREN YOU MONSTER. Turns out, the zipper was broken. I begged her to let me try to replace the zipper, even though fixing something like that in a finished garment is basically asking to have your world destroyed. So I got it home, and operation awesome dress rehab was in full swing. It actually wasn't the camber of horrors that I had imagined, and I got it fixed in about 20 minutes. I ended up not even having to replace the zipper, I just removed the stop and put it back on the track. AND IT IS FIXED. I'm so excited to show it to her.



Also, the skirt I'm making is coming along really well. I want to have it done by Saturday, but I doubt I'll be able to buckle down that much. 

 Do you ever have times where you start avoiding the internet, but you don't know why? I like all of my online friends, I'm not having major conflicts with anyone, but I find myself almost running away from my computer. Is this normal? Does it ever go away? When I do go on, I read something and think about saying something in response, but it's like I seriously cannot bring myself to do it. Like I'm afraid, maybe? I don't know, my brain is acting really strange lately. 

Tonight, I think I'll curl up with a beer and Watership Down, but if anyone has any suggestions on how to get one's e-groove back, I'd be glad to hear. 

Edit: Also, please please tell me if anything new is going on with you. I've been way behind on my flist. 

 Tomorrow, I am going out to Sweet Ginger and then going to Avenue Q. Tomorrow is going to be so awesome, and, I think, make me feel so good and so happy.