| Current mood: |  mellow |
| Current music: | rufus wainwright: "across the universe" |
why don't you go ahead and take your pants off?
let's give it up for deb. six months after registering here on blurty, she finally wrote a journal entry. i believe this is a sign of the apocalypse. (not unlike gigli.) this is actually very exciting, because regularly updating her journal might keep deb closer to home. according to her IM away message, she's been at happy hour for two days now. i obviously need to schedule an intervention.
my mom called tonight from my grandparents' house to check in. i wonder if she knows i'm gay. i go back and forth. sometimes, i don't see how she can't realize it. other times, i feel like she knows, but that she just chooses to ignore it because it would be too difficult for her to deal with. and then there are moments when i think she is truly clueless, such as when i mentioned that steph and i saw boy meets boy last night, she said i "shouldn't watch programs like that." so who knows?
today didn't quite go as planned. perhaps tomorrow will be better. and a great start to it would be VH1 not playing that fucking black eyed peas song "where is the love" as i'm getting ready for work. we shall see.
