So, because I'm too lazy to make tostadas myself...I decided ask my dad to make them tomorrow for dinner. My European mixed father. When I have perfectly good skills. And my mother....the MEXICAN one...doesn't make good tostadas. How does this work? Her's aren't very spicy. And his are usually...too hot...*shakes head* my abuelita would probably call me several types of lazy. Oh well...I miss her. She died this year, 8 months or so ago. Anyways, I've managed to perplex myself. I am solidly into girls. I like to look at, kiss, hold hands, cuddle and sleep with girls. I had a converstation with Shadowfrosty that went like this:
I think I'm a bad lesbian.
Because A) Nobody can tell. The gaydar is me proof
B)I'm not a dyke, or a femme lesbian.
And C)....I'm thinking about my fingernails way way too much. Like in a straight girl way. Like...thinking that I need to go do my nails.
Oh well, she's got a lot on her mind...Something about her cell phone not working and it being her gateway to other people. My oh-so-brilliant sollution: Wiggle your nose at it and see what happens. I don't think it helped any. But it's freaking me out that I've got this sudden urge to go find an emery board. Like PRONTO. I used to bite my nails until I got braces. I mean, I bit them short so I could play my guitar, but my nails were still really short until I got braces. And then I had to stop because I was SO worried about breaking something in my mouth. Grace filed my nails a few weeks ago and now...And I'm for some reason compelled to continue the task. It's kinda weird...Am I turning...STRAIGHT??? *gasp*