blemgoid:

drinking an extra virgin roy rogers (no cola because the bubbles give me a tummyache, no grenadine cus it sounds like grenada and reminds me of that war that happened [im anti imperialist]) at the soberqueer burlesque club, my girlfriend is there for open mic night with her new a capella ragtime group. the soberbartender hands me another glass of ice with a cherry in it. nothing could be more punk rock than this

(via hier-stehe-ich)