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That was very odd. I just bought a vintage metal fan from someone who reminds me exactly of an old roommate of mine. She is short with short black hair, Casey was until she shaved her head. She had a house filled with neat functional retro stuff (including a full sized handled child-eating frig in the living room), worked in the holocaust museum (I'm taking a leap here when I guess she's jewish)...and most bizarrely talked with the same style and inflections as Casey. It seems whomever you meet, they use the mold a couple of times. If you ever, ever, ever meet someone that reminds you of me...a lot...please please please send them my way. Race and gender irrelevant.

Hokay, I'm taking the advice I've given countless times myself and staying busy. I've had a lot of friends offer to be there and listen to heavy shit - and I've taken advantage of a few offers, despite being so loud about rebuffing (vague) others. I'm trying to be mature, do the right thing, and pacify all these conflicting forces in my life. However, I've been trying to be mature for over a month non-stop. I think it's time to intentionally regress a little - it's nice to grow, to face pain and grow through it - but at this point tolerating abuse is just pure masochism and I'm not an emotional masochist.

As my heavy shit load has increased multifold I'm taking a different approach. I'm going to fluff, distraction, fun, frolic, irreverent banter, and drugs. So I'm trying to use that electronic voice transmitting communication device more, staying busy, and while not necessarily being brainless - no heavy shit, at least most of the time. I will do what I have to do, deal with what must be done, but I'm tired - so I'm on vacation. All distractions are very welcome. If we haven't talked much lately, this would be a good time to pick it up.

I'm at work today as a place where I know I have good news. It's also fun right now, and one hell of a distraction. I think I turned the corner on that cold yesterday afternoon, and I'm either better, almost better, or affected by the methamphetamines. I think I accidentally lost weight again since I did so much speed. Ha! An old friend saw my abs pictures and I swear I heard her jaw drop over the phone. She knew me through my years as a skinny cross-dresser.

Today I'm getting my character interview for the MD bar. I'll bring up the meth!

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Are you a homo!?
I arrived early to my bar character interview, and decided to walk through the buildings nearby to see if there happened to be a post office. On the way there, I was passed by a schoolbus full of elementary school kids. The windows were open, and a voice yelled from inside "Hey you!" I turned and looked at the kids, smiled. "Are you a homo!?" The kids pealed with laughter and ducked further into the recesses of the bus. I beamed and smiled, saying "Yes!" This confused them. Another kid, probably thinking I didn't hear the abusive question, called "Are you a homo!?" "Of course," I answered, "Thanks for asking. Aren't you?" I smiled more, while a bunch of the braver kids approached the window and hurled less throught out insults with...oddly the english V flipping off symbol.

At first I thought my character interview was uneventful, but on the way home I realized that the legal profession is part of a wide and vast conspiracy with huge funding to keep it afloat. The character interview was a sham - the real character test was seeing if I would leap from the sidewalk and physically assault a group of elementary school kids. While morally justifiable, it would not have been a boon to the status of legal professionals in the state of MD. I guess I passed.