cimorene

wax_jism is rubbing off on me in an entirely good way. i don't really hold grudges anymore. at least not for as long.

mah little sister is the cutest. well, except for wax. and my dog.

um, so, my small auxiliary real life best friend from high school, sara munro, dropped by a few days ago and we went to the post office together. and then last night i went to her house and we gossiped and i babbled for at least 20 minutes about why i love

wax_jism,

hollsk, the internet in general and fandom in particular, and sex in general and gay porn in particular. and then i read her the scene in the middle of tennessee where viggo makes tea and gets a cat and calls orli and she said i was a really good writer. and just now my 9th and 10th grade history teacher took us out for coffee with these two other girls who used to be in my clique. i wasn't going to be sorry if i never saw them again, but... it was alright.

i really didn't expect it to be alright.

i might go out with them again tonight, and/or tomorrow or the day after. and that's alright too.

the only thing is sara took me to task in the car on the way back (mine has no ac, and a distinct smell of mildew) for not coming out when mrs. warren asked if i had a 'boyfriend' in finland. but it's like, i don't know. this is the bible belt, they're southern, and i may never talk to them again in my life. it doesn't seem worth it. but perhaps i'm injuring everyone by not being out and proud--hiding behind my little bourgeouis (auugh i spelled that wrong wtf) cell phone.

oh and CLAIRE:i'm rilly rilly sorry about, uhm, hanging up like that. i am a ditz and i didn't realize what time it was. you have permission to beat me with a fish.