• This morning, I dreamed that I was doing skateboarding tricks riding a wheeled push-broom.  It was strangely exhilarating.
• As dismissive as I was about Facebook in the beginning, I can easily lose an hour without realizing it because, unlike LiveJournal, my friends are actually people I know with whom I regularly interact in the real world.
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A., fuckhead that he is, called me Sunday morning at 7:58 a.m. in one of his usual insane, blind panics. It seems T., who had previously been convinced by her stepfather to attend two thirteen-hour sessions of the Landmark Forum, has now requested that her husband and A. (who is basically her other husband) both attend with her on Tuesday night. ( Read more... )

J. has been giving me the cold shoulder ever since I refused to see roller derby with her. I, incidentally, knew that I would want to decompress the day after Führertag and so I left my entire Saturday free; I did not, however, feel the need to explain myself to her, particularly after she failed to attend our party. Like two pissy little bitches ( Read more... )

I wrote:Strangely, it seemed like the costume and makeup came together on its own. Like I was becoming who I was meant to be.

Which, unfortunately, seems to be Zombie Hitler.

She wrote back:I can really see that ( Read more... )

As I trudge through past LJ entries updating tags, I cannot resist the urge to comment on the absurdity of comparing the apparent perceptions of the humorless assholes who hampered my mother's early attempts at dog adoption with the reality that is the puppy's life ( Read more... )

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As appreciative as I am of this respite from scrotum-extruding heat, I have to admit I do not look forward to what it heralds - an inevitable return to the monotony of sweater rotation. I suppose, were I a good fag, I would simply purchase a new wardrobe before winter's onset, but, in addition to my abhorrence of shopping, like a good fag, I hate ( Read more... )

Last year, I bought my father a Todd McFarlane Navy SEAL figurine for Christmas. But then, at my mother's suggestion, I purchased my parents a DVD player and I decided to hold onto the children's toy until his birthday. Unfortunately, that date came and went in May without much celebration because, well, I forgot about it entirely. Longtime ( Read more... )

After deciding (according to my mother) on her own to not even stay with me, my sister pitched a fit in a public restaurant.

"So, is tomorrow the only day I'm going to see my brother?!?"

My father fell silent, while my mother tried not to get into the gorey details until things adjourned to somewhere more private. But, despite knowing my ( Read more... )

I was a late bloomer with regards to a lot of things in life. Eccentricity and a narcissistic need to position myself as the perpetual outsider factored heavily into them all, but there were more legitimate reasons for each procrastination. With sex, it was my obsession with unattainable straight boys, which may or may not have simply been ( Read more... )