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[fredericks]

So I'm sitting in Starbucks still sort of freaking out about my paper but working like mad (whoo - oh, and I'm so going to hit you lovely betas up in a couple of hours), and there are these Italian-American sounding guys (you know the accent and cadence I'm talking about) peppering their speech with some horrendously homophobic crap. The funny (throat-clearing funny, not funny "ha-ha"): my paper's on harassment and victimization of GLBT adolescents, particularly on verbal abuse. And I have tons of gay lit sitting on my table next to my grande sweetened iced green tea. Shyeah, okay.

ETA - I'm home and in my backyard. Wireless rocks because I totally have connection out here. Whoo. Now if only the huge-ass bees that have made their home in our garage would stop buzzing by my head like I'm an air traffic control tower (plzthx) I'd be all good. Whoo.

I'm going to be so whoo'd out in a little bit.

I'm going to stop journaling now.

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[writer-lilies.livejournal.com]

I'm half afraid to think what would happen if you did this, but what if you "accidentally" dropped one of the books near one of them and then ask him to pick it up. See how he reacts.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Ha. If the big ole honkin' rainbow cover on the Gay Rights books I had on my desk didn't make 'em shut up I don't think doing that would make a difference. Moot point anyway, as the constant Sheryl Crown soundtrack made me beat a hasty retreat. Next time, though.

[writer-lilies.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Hearing her would've run me off too.