I have no guy friends. Like at all. I have a few aquintances and then people I know from the interbutts. I'm just not close to any of them. You know? It just doesn't click. I know it'll take time, but I just feel kind of sheltered with nothing but chick friends.

Speaking of my dyke posse, it is extending. I am making more friends, and I got commited to being Chip Diva in this awesome women's meeting I've gone to a few times. I <3 AA

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It's kind of screwed up how I wait to watch <a href="http://www.logoonline.com/">LOGO</a> until my mom is gone because I hate the way I have no fucking clue what she is thinking when she wears her angry/disapproval face even though she knows of my homo-tendencies and says she'll love me no matter what, BUT I feel totally comfortable watching Johnny Knoxville snort an earthworm in front of her. :\

Seems kind of fucked to me.

I really would like to watch the L Word right now, but yeah.

ANYHUAYS, enough of my bitching. I'm hella excited to have a commitment. Makes me feel important sort of.

MOMS TO BED TIME FOR LESBIANS! :D

So basically, I was pleasantly surprised that Healthkicker published my blog entitled "Real-spiration" without changing it/adding shit/etc...

I was somewhat appauled but not as much surprised with the plethora of enraged comments. After the two "Oh cool, yeah" comments it was pretty much an audible "FUCK YOU YOU'RE GAY AND IGNORANT AND PROBABLY FAT."

I stopped reading after a while. My self-esteem dwindles enough that I don't think I need need to feed that little voice that says "YOU'RE RETARDED AND UGLY" with reading responses to a post that was intended to help others with their self-esteem and maybe encourage them to get help. I mean, I even put a disclaimer at the begining. Whatev though, that's the internets. Correction, that's XANGA.

Some said it was offensive. Normally I would apologize for putting in my two cents. Normally I would buckle and just say "Yeah I guess you're right." and then beat the shit out of myself in my mind for even having an opinion. IBut it's what I believe. It's subjective, not "right" or "wrong." Maybe it's right to me. It's all a matter of perception, and I'm not going to apologize for it because I'm learning to be more gentle with myself.