09 May 2002 - 11:23 p.m.

Remember that show My Two Dads?

Too bad that wasn't about gay guys raising a teenage daughter. Then Will and Grace wouldn't have to have a fucking baby, coughjumpthesharkcoughcough.

This summer, in order to alleviate some of my poverty, I'm cooking for my boyfriend. And his roommate. Because they will be working. And I will be wearing an apron.

If this were forever, I would bitch. For now, I'm embracing it. This weekend, I will launder my apron. I've already gone through the groceries that have been lying around for a while and planned recipes around them. So that I may be an efficient wif- er, shopper.

I've also begun to crochet with plastic gorcery bags. Because I am thrifty, you. Thrif. Tee.

I hope I don't start to bore y'all, now that I will be sans Prof. McHotHot stories until August 2003. Because, you know, those are exciting.

Exciting my ROCKIN' ASS!

I think I'm starting to bore myself.

What I'm wearing:

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