OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE, MY SISTERS ARE DETERMINED TO OUT ME IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE.

Julia just came into the living room and said "I need to smoke some weed." In front of my father. And would not give up until I told her to go get my stash. And asked him if he wanted to smoke with her.

SO MUCH FOR THAT ILLUSION OF NORMALCY.

So I basically spent the entire day yesterday reading Watchmen fanfiction. Like, everything that was posted at Kink Bingo plus everything else those authors wrote and I'm about to start in on AO3. I fucking love superheros. Even (especially?) the super fucked up ones. And it will surprise absolutely no one that I hearts Nite Owl. What, me have a type? No. No way. Not even remotely. (ffff.)

I have basically already forgiven Julia for making it obvious to my father that I smoke weed. I forgave her WAY easier than I forgave Rachael, but it still didn't take me all that long to forgive Rachael considering what she did. I think I might be too forgiving. I really suck at holding a grudge for longer than a couple of days. I'm not a naturally angry person.

Tomorrow my mother and I and maybe Julia are going to Laurel's house to help her clean it all out now that they've got all their furniture and stuff packed up. I'm going to miss the Biatas, they were really cool people. I think they're mildly crazy though. You would not be able to pay me enough to get me to move to Oklahoma. I mean that, I wouldn't move out there if you gave me a million dollars.

Today they are marrying the first gay couples in New York. I'm very pleased about this. I think they started at midnight in some cities, so there are already married couples now. Hooray!