Ok. That aside. I saw three old friends last night and I forgot how much I adore their company. Among which is one of my exes, who I am still exceedingly fond of and despite how much Jackrabbit tried to make himself the good guy and Trevor the bad guy, Trevor still came out on top because he's never treated me with anything but respect. Whatever his reasons were that our relationship ended, whether they were true or not, he has still been sincere in his subsequent friendship with me. Trevor is the one that allows me to feel intelligent and attractive and funny and valid. I don't feel ashamed of who I am around him. He doesn't cut me down whenever he gets the chance. He doesn't tell me that my aspirations are bullshit. He doesn't undermine me at every turn.

Blah! So now I have to get all dressed up nicely to go for lunch with my mum and auntie in West Van. Quite a trek and I have no idea what I'm going to wear. I have to wear Gramma-approved wear. Which means stockings.

Sigh.