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Had dinner at Mom's tonight. Deeeeeelish. My sister just got back from her first year of college today, so that was exciting. She ratted me out re: my septum piercing, and Mom, naturally, flipped.

Well, not entirely. She just doesn't understand it, and wants to call me "Ferdinand" like the little bull from the children's book. (He doesn't want to go fight in the ring, he wants to lay in the grass and smell flowers) I'm fine with it. I wasn't expecting her to be like, "Wow, that's awesome!" She does the same thing with my ears, asking if they're bigger each time I see her. Next time, they will be! That is, I intend on going to 00. But the next real phase is getting my mom to think I'm crazy is the tattoo(s). But that's something to deal with when I get the money for it, which is not quite yet.

Ugh, Mom stuffed me. Steak and potatoes for dinner, and ice cream for desert. I never get desert! (Well... usually it's in place of dinner. I get one or the other.)

It's 11pm on a Saturday night! Time for me to get my ass to the couch for some tv!

At least mom flipped (in a good way) when I told her about getting the county job. She literally jumped for joy. My mom is adorable, even if she doesn't understand my desire to poke holes in myself.