OH MY GOD

Linkara sings lyrics from "I Can't Decide" in his new video.
If there was even a SHRED of doubt that I might not want to marry him, that has now been erased.
Linkara, as far as I'm concerned, EVERY episode can be a musical. *sighs dreamily*

(Also, he dances. As a ninja. How many fetishes can this man fulfill?! Do I even want to ask?!)
"So enjoy some ninja-style dancing."
Oh, I will, Linkara, I will.



Here's hoping today will be better than yesterday ...



(P.S. OMG it's SEPTEMBER already?! Where the hell did August go?! COME BACK AUGUST! *wails*)

Another bad ending to another fantastic day

Had a great day. Watched Linkara do ninja-style dancing. Got my hair done. Think I'm gonna get reddish-orange streaks in my hair soon. Got new bras that fit right (yay!) Got a great sandwich at a crazy awesome organic store. Went to the beach, collected pretty shells, and went swimming in my undies. (Hee hee hee! I felt all sneaky and stuff. And the water was kinda warm.) The sky was pretty colors all evening.
Then I found out that a very close friend is ...
A great guy who I love is ...
This really nice guy ...
Is ...
Homophobic.
Another friend and I had this mega long in depth discussion with him for a long time tonight, and while he thinks everyone should have the same rights and stuff, at the core of his being he believes that a gay couple should have a different lable than a married (emphasis on that WORD) straight couple.
We talked in circles. He finally admitted that being around my dad and his partner gives this friend the heebie-jeebies.
Then I broke down. I'm still breaking down. And crying on and off. I felt like I might be sick.

My friend (the one on my side about gay marriage) has said a lot of comforting things that are helping, but the fact remains that viewing this guy-friend of mine as a) a great, nice guy and b) homophobic simply DOES NOT COMPUTE.
I think I'm exhibiting the phsical manifestation of a blue screen right now. *gulps*
Well, the friend is staying over tonight, so I should be ok. I mean, I'm NOT ok, but I'll have help, should I start crying all over the place again. Which I might.
Watched the 'Follow That Bird' review and showed it to my friend. We laughed. I feel slightly better.
I'm going to take a shower (salt and sand on my skin: ick) and watch more of The West Wing, because after watching the Pilot, I have decided that that show kicks major ass, and can't wait to see what they do AFTER the friggin' PILOT.
*takes deep breaths*