I have apparently overcome my fear of flying, which is nice. I'd like to brag about how I looked the plane in the eyes and had an epiphany about how it could not hurt me any more and then everything was clear and the plane surrendered to my determination, but of course that only happens in very strange novels. Nah, I just didn't get the flutteries.
I've found myself intrested in boys far too much for my liking recently. I seem to have gotten over my hatred of them enough to enjoy their arm muscles and bone structure.
That's not to say I'm straight. I still follow women with my eyes far more than men, and Jonette continues to captivate me. But lately a few boys from my past have moved back onto my radar, whose names shall remain secret, of course.
LAst week before my trip I spent about three hours with Sonja, my friend who owns the dress store downstairs. She's my parents age and sometimes I work for her, but mostly I gossip and read her cards.
Anyways, she confessed that she made out with my dad.
I know, right? Ew.
So, of course I have another secret that I would be too uncomfortable to tell anyone. (My list being: Mom's miscarriage when I was ten, My feelings in general, and Dad not paying my therapy bill.)
So, back to my trip.
The first night mom came home drunk, she'd been kidnapped by the girls on counsel (She works for a tribe) and they had coerced her into going to some bars downtown. I waited up for her like I usually do (since I don't sleep at night) and she passed out in her clothes on tope of the bed.
I was so scared, but don't tell anyone. It'd ruin my reputation.
The second day I skipped and slept at home. Mike (our lobbyist) bought me earrings. I watched so much SVU I dreamed about rape.
The third day is too detailed for me to explain right now, let's just say I have blisters and had to wear trousers.
Journals have become exhausting for me, as of late.
So farewell for now.
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