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Man.. Ever since Jaimie's computer broke, I've been online a lot more. I just realized that cuz I wasn't updating for the longest time, mostly because every time I got online I had e-mail and other stuff to catch up on. Now that I'm using the internet to get job leads, I'm on more often and since I need frequent breaks from responsibility.. My Livejournal has been getting attention again! Notice the new colors and such? Yeah.
Does anyone have the code or know where I can get the code for some rainbow "Marriage is Love" images to put in my user bio? I don't even know how to go about finding them.. I typed in "gay pride banners" and got a bunch of random, completely-not-what-I-was-looking-for stuff.
OMFG! It's the King (Burger King variety). I HATE THAT GUY. He's EXTREMELY scary. And I would never, NEVER take food from a random plastic man in my bed, or in my car, or outside my window. I'd call the POLICE and get a restraining order or something. *shakes head*
So, I haven't updated about getting hate-crimed the other day. It was my first experience with like extreme intolerance to homosexuality, and at the time it really really upset me. Now I'm just more sad and concerned about it. Here's what happened:
I had a job interview down in Tomball on Wednesday morning at nine. It went okay I guess but I seriously doubt I got the job, and I left there knowing I didn't get it, so I decided to head over to Krogers, get some fresh fruit from their salad bar, and go over to the Texas Worksource to talk to a job counselor. So I pull into Krogers, shut my car off, get out, realize I don't have my cell phone OR my wallet, and lean back in the car to get them. As I'm standing back up, I hear someone behind me yell, "DYKE!" Then I feel something really hard smash into the back of my head. For like 1/100s of a second, I thought I'd been SHOT, but when I put my hand on the back of my head and brought it down, I saw what it really was: egg yolk. Then I look up to see these two guys running across the parking lot to their car. I just kind of stood there dumbly, because it all happened so fast I couldn't even THINK. They screeched out of the parking lot and onto the freeway, and I just sat down in my car, very calmy started it, drove over to the Texas Worksouce parking lot, and burst into tears.
I called Ronnie to tell him what happened and he was really upset.. He just kept saying, "How do they even know YOU'RE gay? Just because of the rainbow sticker on the car? How dare they!!" And I just kept crying and saying that I felt like Chicken Little just jizzed in my hair. So I came home and washed it all out.. Fun fact: It's REALLY hard to pull slippery eggshell fragments out of curly, wet hair. And I decided that I don't care, I'm okay, they're just assholes.. But what about Ronnie? Do you think they would have stopped at just throwing an egg if it had been a boy? Or what if Jaimie and I are out somewhere and she goes out to my car to get something, and somebody assumes SHE'S gay and does something horrible to her? God.. I don't know whether to take my sticker off my car or not. And now when we go out, I'm hyper-aware of what people will think/do in response to the sticker. I never cared until the whole .. thing. Now I almost think it'd be easier to hide. This is stupid.
I dunno. There's that. Then my dad really pissed me off, but I just dealt with it. Jaimie went to him and asked him if he could help her with maybe some of the costs of graduation or something, and instead of helping her, he came to me (confronted me about it the very same day as the egg incident) and layed it all on me. It's MY fault Jaimie needs help with her money, if *I* had a job *I* could afford to help my sister, and things have to change around here because *he* can't take it anymore. I just smiled and nodded.. What else is there to do? He's never going to think he's done anything wrong or bad, or that maybe it's highly irresponsible of him to blame ME for Jaimie not having something, seeing as how he's her father and I'm her sister.. But I know the truth, Jaimie knows the truth, and that's all that matters.
I had somebody ask me about the new title of my journal, and they suggested it might be considered "inappropriate." My answer: if you read my journal on a regular basis, I highly doubt the word "cunt" is going to offend you. And besides, it's from my new favorite movie of all time, so everyone can piss off about it. *grin* It's from Shaun of the Dead, which is possibly one of the greatest movies .. Ever. If you don't appreciate or understand that movie, then I just don't see how I know you.
Right. I'm done for now.. I'm going to lay down and rest for a few minutes, because I didn't sleep very well last night. Ronnie's sick and I'm starting to feel that way, and I have to go to my dad's AA celebration thing tonight, so I'm gonna nap now. I'm so old. I don't care, though.. I <3 sleep.
Does anyone have the code or know where I can get the code for some rainbow "Marriage is Love" images to put in my user bio? I don't even know how to go about finding them.. I typed in "gay pride banners" and got a bunch of random, completely-not-what-I-was-looking-for stuff.
OMFG! It's the King (Burger King variety). I HATE THAT GUY. He's EXTREMELY scary. And I would never, NEVER take food from a random plastic man in my bed, or in my car, or outside my window. I'd call the POLICE and get a restraining order or something. *shakes head*
So, I haven't updated about getting hate-crimed the other day. It was my first experience with like extreme intolerance to homosexuality, and at the time it really really upset me. Now I'm just more sad and concerned about it. Here's what happened:
I had a job interview down in Tomball on Wednesday morning at nine. It went okay I guess but I seriously doubt I got the job, and I left there knowing I didn't get it, so I decided to head over to Krogers, get some fresh fruit from their salad bar, and go over to the Texas Worksource to talk to a job counselor. So I pull into Krogers, shut my car off, get out, realize I don't have my cell phone OR my wallet, and lean back in the car to get them. As I'm standing back up, I hear someone behind me yell, "DYKE!" Then I feel something really hard smash into the back of my head. For like 1/100s of a second, I thought I'd been SHOT, but when I put my hand on the back of my head and brought it down, I saw what it really was: egg yolk. Then I look up to see these two guys running across the parking lot to their car. I just kind of stood there dumbly, because it all happened so fast I couldn't even THINK. They screeched out of the parking lot and onto the freeway, and I just sat down in my car, very calmy started it, drove over to the Texas Worksouce parking lot, and burst into tears.
I called Ronnie to tell him what happened and he was really upset.. He just kept saying, "How do they even know YOU'RE gay? Just because of the rainbow sticker on the car? How dare they!!" And I just kept crying and saying that I felt like Chicken Little just jizzed in my hair. So I came home and washed it all out.. Fun fact: It's REALLY hard to pull slippery eggshell fragments out of curly, wet hair. And I decided that I don't care, I'm okay, they're just assholes.. But what about Ronnie? Do you think they would have stopped at just throwing an egg if it had been a boy? Or what if Jaimie and I are out somewhere and she goes out to my car to get something, and somebody assumes SHE'S gay and does something horrible to her? God.. I don't know whether to take my sticker off my car or not. And now when we go out, I'm hyper-aware of what people will think/do in response to the sticker. I never cared until the whole .. thing. Now I almost think it'd be easier to hide. This is stupid.
I dunno. There's that. Then my dad really pissed me off, but I just dealt with it. Jaimie went to him and asked him if he could help her with maybe some of the costs of graduation or something, and instead of helping her, he came to me (confronted me about it the very same day as the egg incident) and layed it all on me. It's MY fault Jaimie needs help with her money, if *I* had a job *I* could afford to help my sister, and things have to change around here because *he* can't take it anymore. I just smiled and nodded.. What else is there to do? He's never going to think he's done anything wrong or bad, or that maybe it's highly irresponsible of him to blame ME for Jaimie not having something, seeing as how he's her father and I'm her sister.. But I know the truth, Jaimie knows the truth, and that's all that matters.
I had somebody ask me about the new title of my journal, and they suggested it might be considered "inappropriate." My answer: if you read my journal on a regular basis, I highly doubt the word "cunt" is going to offend you. And besides, it's from my new favorite movie of all time, so everyone can piss off about it. *grin* It's from Shaun of the Dead, which is possibly one of the greatest movies .. Ever. If you don't appreciate or understand that movie, then I just don't see how I know you.
Right. I'm done for now.. I'm going to lay down and rest for a few minutes, because I didn't sleep very well last night. Ronnie's sick and I'm starting to feel that way, and I have to go to my dad's AA celebration thing tonight, so I'm gonna nap now. I'm so old. I don't care, though.. I <3 sleep.