Oct 20, 2006 01:56
Happy Birthday, todos y todas. Since the post office is only open when I'm not in class on Saturdays, I will be sending your puffy paint shirts and mix CDs of my favorite songs then.
Our local post office is on Kangaroo Drive. You'd think it would be a really outrageous street, maybe with some loop-d-loops and whatnot, but actually, it's straight and only one block long and ends in a dead end. It's so disappointing.
I'm really scared of getting killed by a stingray barb to the heart or getting my head cooked by my cheating boyfriend or getting shot by my drug-seeking brother, what with all the bad news lately.
I am five years old. When we talk about gender theory in my lit theory class, I laugh each time our 80 lb. professora says the phrase "butch lesbian." I think it's because I feel like there should be a better classroom term for that, like a scientific name or something.
Liza and I had to show Phil what cuddling was. I was the big spoon. Does that mean I'm a butch lesbian?