Doors

Stop telling people I'm a monk.

[After Benji stands her up follows through with not showing up for breakfast.]

[Text: Benji S/Justine S]

I can't believe you didn't show.

[Text: Justine S/Silver M (or Tony S if he's through the door)]

Have you ever lied to someone you love?

[As Christine D.]

[Locked to Daniel W]
Shall I tell you, monsieur, about the house that you have taken on the Rue Volney?

[Locked to Meg G]
You have heard, oui?

[After this, that same day but after James has left. She's in a good mood, herself. It's a good day for her so far.]

You had a guest.

[Locked to Louis D.]

We aren't going to be those friends that get together once in a while and then never keep in touch. Friend me on Facebook at the very least then we can pretend we're keeping in touch. I promise I never take pictures of my food or check in on Foursquare. I have a bad Tweeting habit though.

Thank you again for dinner, Louis. How are you?

So, I attended the Republican National Convention this week. That was certainly a shitshow interesting. As a (rare, Democrat) guest of some old friends, I had the good fortune to be invited to this year's HomoCon, which is a party for gay Republicans put on by GOProud (I know, clever right? Even Republican gays are more creative than their hetero counterparts.) As a [...] straight, Democrat attendee I was obviously there as more of an ambassador, but it was great to see some familiar faces and I even got a disco ball keychain for my daughter. I also got to spend some time with my father during the RNC, and although he still hasn't quite forgiven me for turning out liberal, a box of cigars seemed to help him forget for a few days.

What are some other effective methods you use to help your parents forget about how they're supposed to be disappointed in you?

[Slantways.]

Need that ride. Whoever you were.