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Leslie at Sugar Mama's

 

Leslie Leslie

Today we .

- drove around Austin all day !

- shared a margarita cupcake at Sugar Mama's

- met some nice people on the sidewalk who thought he was a girl

- shopped at Secret Oktober

- tried to see St. Mary's Cathedral, but it was closed

It is so much easier to be with Leslie when I am in ophelia-wear (Victorian/vintage/gothic). Somehow when I am dressed "normal" I feel super-awkward. My goal is one day to never be dressed normal . !

I don't even remember anything about yesterday or the day before. My memory has gotten so short. It's shortening every minute. All I remember is writing poetry in my journal in the Indian restaurant. I remember holding lace in the antique stores. I remember walking along the streets of Austin with Nathan and Leslie. Nothing else . matters . at all.

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