save your sanity for later.

Facebook thinks I'm a lesbian. Judging by the ads it's showing me, anyway.

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Golden Javier quotes:

'There are two hot dogs on the stove.'
"Where would I be without you, Javier?"
"Somewhere way lamer."

And yesterday when I said he should leave his bike at school overnight instead of me driving home with it in the trunk, he said "I could, but I don't want it to learn bad habits and start hanging out with the other bikes that are here overnight, all neglected by their riders."

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So I hand in my rough outline on the speech I'm giving next week on Major Depression, and my teacher hands back his 'constructive criticisms'.

His first sentence? "Where to start?"

I'm not even kidding you.

I laugh too loud in the hallways with my best friend, clinging to her and grasping her body with my hands that are just that trifle of damp because they've been touching her skin, and melodramatically declare my love. We have been arguing about marriage in AP English, me on the side of Marriage is hell, as befits my cynicism, and her on the side of Marriage is bliss, as befits her dewy-eyed first-love optimism. (And I'd never ever ever would hyphenate those words if I were writing this for nanowrimo. That's 4 words instead of 2, right there!)


So we're lurching down the hallway, off balance because I'm a good five inches shorter than she is (only 3 in my heels, but now, really!), and declaring loudly that yes, OUR marriage will work, unlike all the others in Their Eyes Were Watching God, because it's based on love, love, damnit, love.

I deposit her angstily in the Physics room, crying loudly about how it'll kill me to be apart from her, and amuse myself with the realization that her boyfriend was walking behind us and was apparently taken enough with our loud laughter and hysterical giggling that he didn't interupt.

I show up in the journalism lab after school, calling out "Chicken!" gleefully until I see her, red hair falling down her back which is towards me, at least until she turns and wrinkles her nose at me. She drives me home, her little sister in the back seat, and I giggle with her about whether her boyfriend saw us acting crazy. "He knows we have something he can never share," I declare loudly, and Alena smiles. "You'll never love him as much as you love me." Flamboyant and loud, I am, and I kick off my shoes and dangle my feet out the car window as we wait in line to leave the parking lot.

"No, no, probably not," Alena says quietly. And I know she means it, and it almost makes me sad, the magnitude of that, and I'm quiet for a moment.

And then I turn to her, take her face in my hands, look in her green eyes for a momen, and kiss her cheek. "I love you too, sweetheart." Then I sit back, declaring loudly that the people cutting in line in front of us are not worth a "bloody blue five dollar fuck", with a satisfied smile on my face.