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Forgot how fun just hanging out can be. Went with cousin Becca and her odd friends to the library a few nights ago and tried to get two cute Arab guys to kiss each other (they didn't. Wusses).
Also, hung out with Mom and Brian last night in Royal Oak. I like Royal Oak a lot, even though it's becoming gentrified and boring. We used to go hang out there when I was ten; we'd walk around and watch the punks and bikers and goths interact, and we'd check out the weird little shops and coffeehouses and art galleries. Now they're building lofts and Tower Records and twee little stores that sell baby clothing there and it's getting dull.
Luckily, there are still some neat places left. Noir Leather, of course, which to hear the Detroit conversatives tell it is the fount of all that is immoral in the suburbs. (I really want to go to one of their fetish shows one day.) Cat's Meow, a little punk shop that sells Misfits T-shirts, Bettie Page posters, and DVDs of old horror movies. They also have the coolest lamp in the world--it's a lampshade with a scene from a 1950s SF magazine on it. Spacemen and such. It's only $25, if anyone wants to buy it for me. What else? Funky Seven, which sells mainly rock/movie T-shirts and posters. They used to have "Re-Animator" stuff, apparently. Used to. This did not help.
Ah, and the little Victorian vintage clothing store, which sells the coolest dresses in the world. And HATS. So many hats. I think I look rather good in old, pretty hats--they even had one that looked EXACTLY like Dr. Girlfriend's little lavendar pillbox hat. I posed and quoted for at least five minutes in that hat. (It helped that I have straight hair today--my hair is usually very curly, but Mom dragged me to the hair salon to get a trim, and I asked the hairdresser-type-person to blow out my hair, just to take up time. It actually looks quite good. Pictures will be posted as soon as I scan them; I've actually been meaning to take some pictures of myself and post them. But no webcam.)
One unpleasant event marred the otherwise lovely evening, and you can read all about it on my little brother's Livejournal because I don't feel like typing it out.
Otherwise, writing updates: Finally started working on the Marty/Marty, kind of. I've got the sex scene down. It's awkward and I don't think I've got a few things quite right, but that is what betas are for.
I'm also still working on stuff for other people. I am unhappy that I won't have time to work on them during the next few days, but then I remember that the reason I won't have time to work on them is that I'll be getting and using presents and eating kielbasa, so that makes me happy.
Also, hung out with Mom and Brian last night in Royal Oak. I like Royal Oak a lot, even though it's becoming gentrified and boring. We used to go hang out there when I was ten; we'd walk around and watch the punks and bikers and goths interact, and we'd check out the weird little shops and coffeehouses and art galleries. Now they're building lofts and Tower Records and twee little stores that sell baby clothing there and it's getting dull.
Luckily, there are still some neat places left. Noir Leather, of course, which to hear the Detroit conversatives tell it is the fount of all that is immoral in the suburbs. (I really want to go to one of their fetish shows one day.) Cat's Meow, a little punk shop that sells Misfits T-shirts, Bettie Page posters, and DVDs of old horror movies. They also have the coolest lamp in the world--it's a lampshade with a scene from a 1950s SF magazine on it. Spacemen and such. It's only $25, if anyone wants to buy it for me. What else? Funky Seven, which sells mainly rock/movie T-shirts and posters. They used to have "Re-Animator" stuff, apparently. Used to. This did not help.
Ah, and the little Victorian vintage clothing store, which sells the coolest dresses in the world. And HATS. So many hats. I think I look rather good in old, pretty hats--they even had one that looked EXACTLY like Dr. Girlfriend's little lavendar pillbox hat. I posed and quoted for at least five minutes in that hat. (It helped that I have straight hair today--my hair is usually very curly, but Mom dragged me to the hair salon to get a trim, and I asked the hairdresser-type-person to blow out my hair, just to take up time. It actually looks quite good. Pictures will be posted as soon as I scan them; I've actually been meaning to take some pictures of myself and post them. But no webcam.)
One unpleasant event marred the otherwise lovely evening, and you can read all about it on my little brother's Livejournal because I don't feel like typing it out.
Otherwise, writing updates: Finally started working on the Marty/Marty, kind of. I've got the sex scene down. It's awkward and I don't think I've got a few things quite right, but that is what betas are for.
I'm also still working on stuff for other people. I am unhappy that I won't have time to work on them during the next few days, but then I remember that the reason I won't have time to work on them is that I'll be getting and using presents and eating kielbasa, so that makes me happy.
