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11-23-01 - 10:47 a.m. "So, Laura, tell me about yourself and your family." "Uh, well, my biological mother killed herself and I can only assume that she was stoned at the time, my biological father died of a ruptured brain aneurysm. My adoptive parents don't trust me to tie my own shoes, and hey, I can't really blame them. I mean, here I am, the alcoholic vice-girl who dropped out of Harvard and never calls. My sister's the gossipy type, loves to tell things she's heard about me second-hand to freak them out. I'm sure they think I'm a prostitute junkie queen with a streaming webcam in my bedroom. (FYI: I can't afford streaming bandwith costs, so it just refreshes every 5-10 seconds.) My best friend's in a hospital having his nose reattached and my homosexual roommates are probably taking turns giving each other head, because that's all they do when I'm not home. They think I don't know. I have my nipples pierced, your son has seen and touched them, I like strippers and pornography and sex and this is not my natural haircolor." Yeah, right. I wished I'd said all that. Leif's family was very nice. It was a little strange to be looking at the man who had given Leif the stabbing scar. I don't understand that story completely. All Leif's told me is that his father used to be an angry drunk who has now reformed himself, and the whole stabbing incident was an accident. But then sometimes when he speaks of his father, he'll hate him. Ah well, I'm not gonna ask too much. If he wants to tell me, he will. The food was great, turkey with stuffing and cranberry sauce and all the trimmings of Thanksgiving served on fancy autumn-themed plates with fine silver utensils. I had to get somewhat dressed up for the occasion and found myself occasionally readjusting my posture to meet the erect spinal standards of my dinnermates. I saw Rob again last night. I told him he looked funny with the first two inches of his hair shaved from his scalp and the bandage still on his nose. He begged me to not make him laugh, the pain in his ribcage was making it hard enough to breathe. I told him I was really thrilled he was going to be okay and confessed how terrified I had been when Chad called me. He smiled and said, "I knew you still cared." That sort of pissed me off. But I bit my tongue for a moment and said that of course I still cared. I just didn't want to see him, but that circumstances had changed and I'd rather visit him and know first-hand how he was doing than hear it from Kellie the Gossip Queen. Changing the subject slightly, I asked how things between Scarlett and him were. "Great," he said. He called things "great." I told him I was happy to hear it and said she seemed like a very nice young lady and I was happy for them both. He comes home some time today, I believe. I met up with his parents, older brother Brandon, and little brother Thom later on and spent some time talking to them and talking about just how cool Harry Potter was with Thom. Rob's parents and Thom are staying with Sharon and George, Brandon and his wife with Chad. After it was all through, I went home and forced Bryan and Justin to massage my back and feet and promised to go out for a few hours again today if they did. I'm having another Thanksgiving, with Justin's parents (whom I have never met except at RENT rehearsals and who think I'm his girlfriend) tonight and with Sharon and George and Rob's family on Sunday. I am so sick of Thanksgiving. Bring on the good holiday! (New Year's.)
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