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hey everybody, I am fine. I'm dizzy and nauseated, but I'm fine. Can't really talk on the phone or be online much until this nausea passes. love ya all.

~Benny

Someone cut the bike lock and stole my bike from my carport on friday night. It was locked up with Mason's and Steph's bikes but they took only mine. I'm pretty bummed because I've had that bike since I was thirteen. Maybe you could keep your eyes peeled for it? It's somewhat distinctive ( Read more... )

A bunch of us went to the "haunted houses" tonight at the colleseum. I was kind of annoyed that it cost $15 to get in (it would have been $20) without the coupon. It wasn't very scary except for this one room that was filled entirely with dolls. i fucking hate dolls. They freak me out hardcore. When I was little everyone learned real fast not to ( Read more... )

Tonight I took myself on a date. I do this a lot actually. I'm all about the self-love. And I'm an easy date, give me some wine, some fancy cheese--and I'm good to go. But the highlight of my evening was when this guy Casey, who I know through my friend Andrea who lives in kentucky, called me up all drunk to wish me a "happy early halloween". He's ( Read more... )

So tonight I watched the first five episodes of "Trans-generation" that my therapist so kindly taped for me. I thought that overall, the show was good. I don't think it's going to delve into the complexities of the gender spectrum---all of the subjects are pretty much binary--and it seems to be coming from the place of the "I was born in the wrong ( Read more... )

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
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I talked to my parents on saturday---I hadn't talked to them in about six weeks. I talked to my mom and then I talked to my dad. It was kind of awkward. They both seemed like they were kind of worried about me. I had to keep telling them that I was ok and that I was happy. I think they eventually believed me. My mom scolded me for not calling for ( Read more... )

it's good to be my crazy, prolific self again---the self that is actually passionate about things. I think I lost that, well, last year around this time. but I am back in full weirdo force. Here is an entry from my journal from yesterday about the book I am writing ( Read more... )