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I hear the shootings on Capitol Hill have made the BBC. I didn't know any of the victims, but I know people who did. Please let this have been a random madman. Please don't let them blame the victims or their friends.
In much happier news, I got photographed by the charming![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
robotangel in vinyl today, after much rescheduling, changing room-bumming (thanks, Chrilexia), and frenzied preparation including changing clothes not quite indoors. I suppose that technically makes me a fetish model. Funny, I don't feel like one. On my way back to the car with my stuff, a youngish Latin guy comes up to me and asks, "Weren't you dressed as a woman when you got out of the car?"
"Yes," trying not to sound too nervous as I got my fuzzy bag.
He proceded to tell me how I briefly fooled him & his girlfriend as I got out of the car. I thank him, and we both left. Yeah, maybe boo me for getting nervous, but yay me for keeping cool.
Oh: the Wendlings's dance went pretty well, maybe a little better than last year. He always seemed a split second behind his classmates, and reluctant to simply move his body. I hope the time comes, one way or another, when I don't watch my son and cringe inwardly at the frequent reminders of his Asperger's.
In much happier news, I got photographed by the charming
robotangel in vinyl today, after much rescheduling, changing room-bumming (thanks, Chrilexia), and frenzied preparation including changing clothes not quite indoors. I suppose that technically makes me a fetish model. Funny, I don't feel like one. On my way back to the car with my stuff, a youngish Latin guy comes up to me and asks, "Weren't you dressed as a woman when you got out of the car?""Yes," trying not to sound too nervous as I got my fuzzy bag.
He proceded to tell me how I briefly fooled him & his girlfriend as I got out of the car. I thank him, and we both left. Yeah, maybe boo me for getting nervous, but yay me for keeping cool.
Oh: the Wendlings's dance went pretty well, maybe a little better than last year. He always seemed a split second behind his classmates, and reluctant to simply move his body. I hope the time comes, one way or another, when I don't watch my son and cringe inwardly at the frequent reminders of his Asperger's.
