I know that when things totally suck, that is when you are supposed to do your creative stuff. They say that a lot, especially on shows like Six Feet Under, where Claire is always supposed to use her depression to fuel her photography, or something like that.
Whatever, yo.
When I am grumpy and annoyed and things keep screwing me over, I do not feel like writing about it. In general, because that kind of crap is boring to read, and in particular because a year from now, when I go read that stuff again, I will cringe at how whiny and maudlin I sounded. So. None of that.
I will say, however, that the gay pride parade and subsequent boozing-it-up and going-dancing activities rocked my face right the fuck off. And also? The gay fireworks? Were so the best fireworks I have seen in a very, very long time. Wheeeee! Gay fireworks for meeeeee!