12.13.04 :: 11:17 am
I told the story of how, as a kid, my mother would use my old underwear (the ones that lost their elasticity) as dust rags.
She'd bust them out in front of company, too, whenever there was a spill or something and I'd be perfectly mortified at the sight of of my dingy, dust-blackened panties being displayed so horrifically to complete strangers.
This has probably affected my emotional development in some way. I am sure of it.
Anyway, afterwards I went to Ryan's place and we culed up and watched a cheesey romantic comedy and he actually welled up at the part where the guy proposes to the girl in a very quirky and heart-wrenching fashion.
So cute. And yet so gay.
This is my last Monday in the Grief Pit. Sing hallelujah.