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7:52 pm EST 20°F (-7°C) in Dearborn
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The first twenty hours of the new year have been, as is typical around this house, boring and full of my parents' unpleasantness. I woke up and showered, and prepared to take my sister on a shopping errand she wanted to run; however, I couldn't escape the bitching. Something wasn't "exactly right" with the way I vacated the bathroom after my shower apparently, towel-drying of the bathroom walls is more important to my parents than towel-drying of Larry so they bitched and moaned for a while. Sure my father just painted them in October, but it's a friggin' bathroom; get over it already, old man. (After receiving one smart-aleck comment ten minutes after I posted this, I'm adding this parenthetical several hours later; I don't have enough time in the shower to have to dry, uhm, something else, off the walls. )
As a result of the attitude my parents gave me, I did exactly what they had instructed me not to do I took my sister about 20 miles out to Twelve Oaks Mall, rather than going two miles to Fairlane. (Well, there was another advantage to that lots of cute boys in addition to the fact that almost every time I go into Fairlane, I see some form of violence going on. All too often, unfortunately, it's of the ethnic variety. In Detroit, everybody hates everybody else, and we're damn proud of that fact. )
Obligatory shots at D-town aside, I must tell a story about the shopping trip. My sister dragged me into Express, which, as some of you probably know, is a women's clothing store aimed at the 12-to-34 age bracket. Consider the irony in the situation I'm a gay guy in a women's clothing store, accompanied (read: dragged around) by a woman, looking like I'm straight just by virtue of the "I'm not enjoying this" look plastered on my face. After what seemed like an eternity, my sister and I approached the registers; a boyfriend/girlfriend pair had arrived there just before we did. This guy was SO attractive that I wanted to jump his bones right there in the store, but I controlled myself I'm a good boy. Well, almost; part of me was a little bit out of control, but this website is a family show.
At this point, my readers are probably wondering if I'm insane if the story about my fleeting attraction to a boy in the store isn't making them consider the possibility, the excessive number of smiley faces is. I think I'd better quit while I'm ahead.