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Am I the only one who occasionally gets very, very tired of having to decide what to wear every morning?

I wonder if I can convince my mother to pick out what I'm going to wear today -- she used to, once upon a very long time ago, be quite happy to dress me.

*ponders*

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As pointed out by mcee: AAAA HAAA HA HA HA HEE HA HA HA HA HAAAAA HA HA HA HAH HEE HEE HEE!

In other news, I attended an anti-homophobia workshop today at lunch. I was the most knowledgeable-of-gay-terms-and-culture straight person there. Thanks, internet gay porn community! Also, thanks, workshop, for making me not hate gay people!

I did have some concerns about the workshop, however, which defined lesbianism as "women who love other women", bisexuals as "people who are not concerned with the sex or gender of the people they love", and gays as "homosexuals, usually means men".

Apparently gay men do not experience love. How very sad for them. Something, mcee suggests, with the lump of coal they have where women have hearts. Also, I suggest, due to their hard bits where we have soft and squishy stuff.

(It's a vaguely filthy metaphore. And I am so very fourteen.)

Salmon for dinner, yay!

This concludes another installment of Free Association Posting by d_v_8. Tune in shortly for more of the same.