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rose early in the morn for an "early risers" meeting. Sinful cinnabon for breakfast (so that means a trip to the gym later) enjoying my wicked witch of the west tights and ruby slippers. Watching Fahrenheit 9/11 but getting more pissed by the minute. Going to watch Shaun Of The Dead instead(love that flick). When I went into the bathroom to wash my face it smelled of my mother's perfume and body wash. I was overwhelmed with comfort. My Ter came in second place for the big dick night contest at the fubar.(sniff)I'm so proud. Someone next door is jammin' on their drumset. It's been a week and i still can't tell if they have any skill or not- they sound a bit rough. Yet, the muffled thumping is an excellent reminder of all the work i have yet in front of me. Laundry or nap?(sigh) I guess laundry then nap. I think ter would attest I've been an awfully attentive fag hag lately. But that a wretched term. We choose not to refer to ourselves by those descriptions. peace.