It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-03-23 | 10:59 a.m. Return of the Me
	I've been to home and back already, and I secretly wish I could be on break forever. Or not secretly, really, because it's not like I've been hiding it from anyone. I even wish I'd gotten to spend a few more days in the homeward area, mostly because I had the best of times with Best Amie and Girlfriendall (and Baltimore Friend, who was around for one night of my stay.) I also did lots of excellent family bonding, including The Baptism of Wenis, which was essentially the reason for returning home. I was selected as the Godmother, which means that a) I was central to the ceremony and b) I am officially in charge of Wenis' religious education should her parents ever die or go totally crazy. Prayer is a big part of this too, and I'm supposed to pray for Wenis every day. The last part is the hardest, because death is a very distant concept and prayer is (sorry benevolent beings) a little boring, at least in its spoken form. I've always enjoyed the idea that doing things counts as prayer, like singing instead of praying, or making something wonderful. For some reason I want to say making a diorama. Yes. Just like that. Incidentally, my mom used to tell me to pray the rosary when I couldn't sleep. All those Hail Marys will knock you out for sure. But home. Yes. I mostly saw Best Amie and Girlfriendall, whose isolation in the dyke-free zone that is Chattanooga makes us all feel like sad sacks. I want them to come here or move to the dyke promised land (I have no idea where that is, but I think it has trees) where I can then visit them in all their vegetarian nature loving bliss. Le sad. I also did some chilling with Marx and Girlfriend, who cuddled with me on their pull out couch and breakfasted me at their new favorite place, where the dyke waitress knew them by name. Cuteness squared. I also got to meet Marx's sister's new girl, who is actually her first girl ever and who makes me so jealous of people who get nice girlfriends on their first try. Where are all my nice first girlfriends, I wonder? They sure aren't here. Or Chattanooga. I don't always care so much, and take a lot of comfort in surrounding myself with attractive and supportive people. Last night's attractive girl is one of this semester's distance crushes. I think I'm going to get her involved in drag (it's almost all she talks about). I enjoy using drag as a tool for increasing the make out possibilities in my life, though I don't really see it as a viable way for me to get chicks. I mostly just like making out with other drag minded individuals. And this girl is hotness of hots. Yummers. I think I am dyeing my hair tonight for the first time. Just the tips-ish bits. Copper red. Cross your fingers that it doesn't look terrible. **Hometasia** The weather that ROARED - 2005-03-01 Enabler's Rag - 2005-02-15 Where in the world? - 2005-01-14 Where have all the rude boys gone? - 2005-01-04 quickly - 2004-11-21 <-- - -->	Last Next Newest Older Rings Pictures Links Profile Guestbook Email me Notes Diaryland Hate is Great

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