going to a cross-dresser’s art show tonite. an in-secret cross-dresser. ooh scandal. pfft.
this could be yours, oh yes.
i seriously have to do laundry. i just opened a backpack full of dirty dog smelling clothes in the hopes of a few clean treasures stuffed in there. no dice. so now i have to be inventive with my outfits and put things together that are clean but shit i haven’t worn in quite a long time and try and pull it all off as hip. what a loser.
also i think it’s time to visit the dentist. i haven’t been since i was 18. i had my tongue pierced then and i was afraid to go ‘cos i thought he would give me shit for having my molars chipped from the barbell so i avoided going and now after a ’bout of severe self-involvement in the bathroom just now, i have discovered that i am able to chip tiny tooth-slivers off of my teeth using just my finger nails.
that’s just great.
maybe i should have dentures and get it over with.
