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SML and I went to Pride on Sunday morning, first stopping off at Starbucks and FedEx Kinkos to print off Pride Tickets.  SML and I have serious problems refilling our printer's ink cartridges and instead decided to suffer through printing from a Kinko's OS X 10.3 machine, which was almost like using Windows 98.

I don't really have much to say about Pride this year, I think we were there for maybe an hour and a half.  I'm just kind of posting random pictures.  I saw some people I haven't seen in awhile, a woman showed off her hairy armpits, and I got sunburned. That hairy armpit part was particularly disturbing, because she exposed her armpit near my face and then said, "I'm like you guys!"  A blood vessel in my eye almost burst when that happened because seriously, what the hell?

The day before Pride my mother noticed that Pride was being set up at Washington Square and asked, "Are you guys supposed to be over there?"  That question is hilarious by itself, but she really wanted to know if we were volunteering for Pride.  I had to tell her that I don't volunteer anymore, for anything, ever since I developed an aversion to real people.

Thinking that I'm through the worst part of this experience may be premature since, um, it's April.  But I really am breathing sighs of relief after finalizing a lease on an apartment and being ever so close to having employment in Boston.  I feel like I can finally speak again, or rather think again, about something else besides moving and convincing someone that I don't need a co-signer on an apartment lease because what?  You have to have an income to pay the rent?  That's not what Disney taught me.

Anyway, things should speed up around here.  I've got some stories about how SML farts in the car.  ON PURPOSE.

Last summer I had all sorts of opinions about the homeless in Salt Lake City. I even stalked out people to discuss what I felt was a lack of attention to a growing problem. During the Salt Lake City Mayoral primary I found two citizens concerned about the drug problem at Pioneer Park and I turned the whole thing into a “homeless” problem and then demanded to know what they thought should be done about it.

At the breakfast this morning I felt ashamed that I didn’t even know about Volunteers of America, about how much work and effort goes into their programs for the homeless. And then I started to feel good about society, that maybe we’re not all crazy. And then I read about Sally Kern.

A better example, maybe, is that my rent is going up and I was asked to APPLY to live here. When I was notified of this change my temperament was unnaturally neutral because I knew it wasn’t long term. And because the rent in Boston will probably climb 100% or more, the amount of rent that I’m being asked to pay now is soothing. Like a seaweed wrap.

When I showed the increase to SML we discussed our options of whether or not to sign a new lease, or at an even higher rate, sign a month-to-month contract. It took us about a week to figure this out, discussing the pros and cons of of a lease and estimating the time we’d actually leave the state. Eventually we agreed that it would be less expensive to move in with SML’s parents. Minus my funeral costs, of course.