i showed my mom my "ultimate doll" today (go here to see that.) shes very rainbowy because she represents me, and i love rainbows and ravers. my mom was like "you could sell that to a lot of dykes." i was like, "mom! dont say that!" and she was like "theres nothing wrong with that." she actually meant that. i couldnt believe her. and then she said that i have problems (and then ofcourse the "DONT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!!!"). i was like yeah, and when you say the word "dyke" in front of a gay female, you are going to be the one with problems because she will be kicking your ass. i mean, i am not gay, and i do not agree with the life style (i have problems of my own to deal with before i go babbling about others' problems), but i certainly do not believe in gay bashing. i have alot of gay friends, and its just not cool to say rude things like that. and its not very classy at ALL. if you dont have anything nice to say, then dont say anything at all. or get a diary like this one and let all the meanness out here.

i also went to the gynocologist today, and i came out feeling rather violated. i mean, nothing happened, but i just didnt like it; it was very uncomfortable. you know? a total stranger, poking around... ugh. oh well. its all good now. *whew* i feel like dancing. well. i miss my beaw, and i love my beaw! XOXOX <---to beaw!!! i have to go! byebye!