the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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11:45 a.m. + 2003-09-19 = kaballah.
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anyway, she has just dropped by to apologise for putting me on the spot. it's quite alright-i say-i'm not bothered. she then somehow attributes my knowledge of a 5star restaurant to me watching queer eye for the straight guy. an assumption. and false, since i have many reasons for knowing a 5star restaurant (none is the least of which queer eye for straight guy)... e.g., i watch the travel channel's "best of" series, religiously (like a new-age religion or jewish mysticism.... more of a hobby fallen into than something intentionally seeked out and practised).
i know it's only a matter of time before i break out my social class theory and disrupt many a lesson... i think we gays don't work within any class distinction theory primarily marxian or weberian. and what of those of us that are born with upper middleclass to upperclass tastes just not the means for acquisition. champagne taste, styrofoam cup-syndrome.
blah, blah, blah. i think i'll be breaking my no-homework rule now. damnit. and just an insider's question for my beautiful man... is that really how you spell "sandwich"?
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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