my dad is a draq queen

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- fueschgast I haven't forgotten about your SuperWho fic! It will be up sometime. I just got sidetracked and ended up writing angsty Dean/Cas instead (because you know how Supernatural doesn't give us enough angst already.... eh) ;)

- I have this horrible habit of... never ever buying clothes. That's not such a horrible habit, but it does mean that at least once a year, I end up having absolutely no clothes because everything is so worn down or - in the case of this winter - it is just not warm enough to wear anywhere that isn't inside a sauna. So I end up having to go on a shopping spree and I am not good at going on shopping sprees. This time, however, was made immensely entertaining because I went with my whole family, including my dad. He actually volounteered to go. I think he's sick or posessed or something. Nevermind, we were looking for shoes, and I stumbled upon a cheap pair that would go well with the suit I want to wear for galla when I graduate: I'm no good at walking in heels though, so when I complained about this my dad went: 'oh, those are not so bad. Just walk a little in them every day or as often as you can, and you'll get used to it'. Cue me being showed pictures of my dad in dress, wig and high heels when we got home. Apparantly he'd do this every time someone had a big birthday/bachelor-party/anniversary/anything. I haven't laughed this hard in months. (and I did end up buying the shoes)



- I've started reading Leonard Cohen's Book of Longing and it is very beautiful. It's been awhile since I read a whole book of poetry, so it takes a little to get back in the game, but I'd recommend it to anyone who likes his music or likes really moody poetry (technically all poetry is moody. IGNORE ME)

- I finally watched the new trailer for The Hobbit. I actually waved my arms around in the air for a bit just freaking out by myself. Yes.

- I have also just read Neil Gaiman's Coraline, the graphic novel-version. So scary, but so good (though I didn't like the art all of the time, but other times it was very beautiful)

- I've made two more paintings. The Wire and Tailles I've named them. One is about two lovers and the other has an elephant on it. I'm sort of counting on becoming famous and then selling them for a ridicolous amount of money so they can pay my pension or something. I have so many pieces just stacked away in closest around the house. Some of them gotta sell.

- I need to write a song about the Old South (America) for an English paper. Yes a song. What even? I think our teacher is smoking weed. I also think it is going to be very entertaining. I'm thinking of writing one about Huckleberry Finn, because how often in my life will I get to praise Mark Twain in song?

- I need to go now, because I have an Economy report glaring at me. It's due Monday and I haven't started. All I can think about is my dad in a wig and John Mitchell as a dwarf.

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... Ooh no, please still be my friend? I really don't want to be mean, at all (except for instances were people have been really insulting towards me or someone I care about, then I'll freely admit to not caring that much what I say to them), but dog eat dog world and I'd like to come out somewhat unscathed? It's really not as bad as it probably sounds. Usually its just racist and other -ist comments coming from everywhere. It's mainly why I still hide the fact that I'm bisexual from 95% of everyone I know IRL. It's another part of my life they'll take extreme offense to, and I don't need to think about them talking shit about it when I'm lying awake at night feeling bad about something or whatnot.

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Aw, I'll always be your friend. Don't worry, I understand what you mean. It's just... it's a weird world. People do weird things.

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*hugs*