Activists never blow things up even though they want to, because their hearts are too big and tender.*

I feel like I can pause the productivity for a bit. I've been working all morning trying to catch up on stuff. I have all of my Mount Allison Supporting Documents enveloped, addressed and awaiting sufficient postage. I redesigned my father's invoice. Ordered a Paste Magazine subscription, bought This Is Wonderland S1 on DVD and two Michelle Tea books, Valencia and The Beautiful, [two books I highly recommend if you have an open mind, if you think it's too much, then it is.]

I still have to go to the bank to pay back my father's credit card debt, cash a check I received for doing nearly nothing, clean the bedroom and bathroom, both look as if all the shelves have been emptied and the contents just dumped on the floor. I was going to go see Transamerica today, but I might just be too lazy, but I think I probably should go, redeem my "weekend."

In other news, I'm having a fabulous time discovering who I am, and why all attempted attractions to boys were futile, and how glad I am that they never worked out. I'm having a very fantastic time with this.

If you want to be shocked slash informed, check this out, passed on from Tyler: Girl Fuck [NOT WORK SAFE!]

Also, last night me and the family went out for dinner and I chipped slash cracked my front tooth on my fork and oh boy does it hurt! I think I might be more accident prone than I thought. It was also around this time that my father decided to be obnoxious and started calling cigarettes fags, while the table next to us contained four boys who were obviously dating each other. At which point I retorted with "And a dyke is a wall." My brother turned an interesting shade of pink. Poor kid.

I have also recently learned that I can get away with almost anything. I bring my girlfriend home at one thirty in the morning, meet my mother, say, "Hi mom, we're just gonna hang out for a bit." to which my mother more or less replies, "Okay, I'm going to bed!" Like seriously, WHAT? Nothing further was said, other than, "When did your friend go home last night?"

I love Boo!

I'm off to be semi-productive!

Love.

* From The Passionate Mistakes and Intricate Corruption of One Girl In America by Michelle Tea.