but then I had to stop to have a discussion with Dita about whether or not she could eat the tree.
Nathaniel is telling Dita to go for it
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
but then I had to stop to have a discussion with Dita about whether or not she could eat the tree.
Nathaniel is telling Dita to go for it
I have cancelled the visit with my folks, my brother is going to fill in for me, yay. Thank god I have family around, I don't know how only children do this.
I might go to the museum anyway because it's the Pixar exhibit and it closes in a couple of weeks. And it's only a few minutes from my house: I could stumble through it for an hour and then go home...
Dita already switched to the power cords to my sister's computer.
I finished the tree, at least until I decide it needs fiddling with, and found the hair dye. I think I won't tell my sister about the lesbian confusion. At least until after the dye is in.
I think I won't tell my sister about the lesbian confusion. At least until after the dye is in.
It should help if you're not smoking cigars, I think.
The Pixar exhibit is pretty great, Consuela. I need to get back over there before it leaves, I didn't quite see it all.
My sister & I have frequently been taken for a lesbian couple, especially since we have different coloring and live in the East Bay.
I think it's kind of an interesting shift in cultural assumptions: the idea that two women together are more likely to be lesbians than relatives or just friends. Certainly context-dependent, I guess, based on wardrobe/style signals, what you're doing (i.e., an Indigo Girls concert), and the local culture.
When I was in high school, one day I walked out of the house with my mother, and when we hugged good-bye, someone yelled "LESBOS!" out the car window at us. Good times.
Cute pictures, Kat!
I am, as anyone in Bitches is well aware, mid-college graduation marathon for my sis. I'm very proud, and also bored and tired.
The really disturbing part was we told them we were sisters, and they refused to believe us.
Because that's a really normal lesbian lie?
I don't think my sister and I look alike, but it really only takes five minutes to work out we were raised together. If you're really slow.
Oh, god, I need to do laundry. And I really should take the Gotham poster in for framing, as well as the Maori art my sister gave me last Christmas.
Of all the times my (blonde) friend Melissa and I have been called sisters, I don't think anyone assumed we were together. Odd.