I came home for Labor Day weekend. I regret it. The only fun I had so far was yesterday with my friends, and my parents fucking ruined that. I was with Gary all day and we came to my house because we had no money to go anywhere and we were bored with the park. I let him on my computer and he got on his facebook. I changed his status to "Gary is with the dyke." I thought it was funny. Well, later I got a call from my (younger) brother freaking out cuz he hates my friend for being so rude. And then my parents are all mad and now they don't want me to see him. All the while, I'm dressed in a male tee & shoes and baggy pants. Wow. How dumb can you be mom and dad? It's not like I'm all feminine and he's calling me a dyke for no apparent reason. I AM A DYKE! Damn. Now I'm not supposed to ever see him, but fuck that. I'll find my ways.