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thecityofdis wrote an awesome rant about gay marriage.

But on another topic entirely, I am so amused that

audiography is having a full-out wank. I stay out of stupid fights in all my fandoms, and then it shows up in a music community. The one place I thought I was safe!

Although speaking of stupid fights, here's crazy racist guy's contribution to humanity this week: And that's why the Muslims are going to slit all our throats. It's coming, I'm telling you. In our lifetime, we'll see them come and slit our throats.
Me:...yeah. Tell you what, when it happens, I'll find you and give you fifty bucks.

So. I was just reminded that I've promised to go to a party tomorrow with everyone I knew in high school and mostly haven't seen in four years. HA HA HA, people. I don't know why I do this to myself.

Actually, I do. I'm hardly the type to spend time with people I don't like just because it's polite, or because I need to be social. But I've somehow got it stuck in my head that refusing to go would mean I'm afraid of them, and since I don't do fear well I can't let myself not go. And yeah, I'm aware that the whole thing is fairly illogical, but I can't quite escape the feeling that I need to put myself through it to prove that it doesn't matter. Or something.

Of course, I don't really expect to have a good time so much as I expect to spend most of it parading around and being, "I am so much cooler and smarter and hotter and more confident and just generally more awesome than any of you; now don't you wish you'd been nicer to me when you had the chance, bitches?" You know. In that smirky and passive-aggressive sort of way that I am occasionally fond of.

...not that any of this keeps me from angsting about it beforehand.