So I wanted to come here to work on my test where I would be far away from home and thoughts of bed, but it turns out that I'm really brilliant and left my disk in my mom's laptop. ::sigh:: The test is tomorrow at 10, and I want to have more time to study, but hey, it's two weeks late, I had spring break and even if I could find a way to rationlize it to myself, let alone my professor, the next test is a week from today. Hel-lo run on sentence!

I'm feeling very softball dyke today in my windbreaker, bleach-blond hair and off-white base ball cap. It's funny, for a while I was really into preppy butches who wore big ol boots and had short spikey or faggy bleach blond hair-tall, thin, muscular (at least a little), and then I had a news flash. I just wanted to date me with a smaller chest and bigger ass. Hrm. Fortunatly I grew out of that. I mean, I'm really hot, but not so hot that I can only date people who look like me. I think I just didn't believe I was butch. Cuz, you know, I cry sometimes, and do other "feminine" things. As my ex Bill put it, I had my own little Men's Movement, and decided that I didn't have to be macho and inarticulate to be butch (cuz really, most of the butches I know are neither), and that I'm good enough, butch enough, and gosh-darn it, people like me. And if they don't, to hell with em.
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