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I got some nice notes from my d-land pals this week. Thanks! You realize that being gay means I have the �drama queen gene.� I know things aren�t that bad. I wasn�t cutting at my wrists or anything. (Although the bird did almost make me cry.) I also got an email from someone who read I had once painted my toenails and he wanted a pic of my feet in sandals. Perv. So I sent one to him..I felt so naughty. If my feet end up on some foot fetish website I shall be truly honored. You�ll be able to identify my feet by my Birki� tan lines.  I swear.. ..cats are so fucking weird. The living room floor is being refinished. Why would you choose to lay here?  He loves this big empty room. I don�t get it. I went shopping tonight (gay and depressed.. ..must go shopping) and found this:  It�s a model of �The Homer,� the car that put Powell Motors out of business. I can�t wait to put it together. G. sent some pics she took last summer. One of them was of me and R. It was awful. I look like I weigh 300lbs and R. thinks he looks 60. I don�t think I'll be posting THAT one.
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