May 22, 2006 13:14
Dear Diary,
Today my father referred to me as his son.
*looks down*
*scratches head*
In conclusion: WHAT? Is there something I'm missing here? Perhaps I should have just kept this to myself and the long line of psychiatrists who will never be able to help me get past it?
i need a drink,
paging dr phil
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And no, he told the lady at the rental car place that we were father & son! Father & sunshine woudn't have made sense! I knew he always wanted me to be a boy, but... damn!
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I could see the mistake if you had a brother or something. My parents confuse me and my bro all the time. But your dad doesn't even have any sons!! That's just......damn. Best advice I can give is to torture him relentlessly for it and milk it for all you can. Maybe you'll get some new clothes out of the deal.
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That's exactly my point - I don't have any brothers for him to confuse me with! WTF?! The people at the car rental place sure had a big laugh about it at my expense. *grumble* Maybe all these years he really thought I was a boy... that would explain why he sent me to pitching school and coached all my little league & soccer games... and why he bought me an atheletic cup.
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Actually. Maybe you should worry. Maybe I should worry.
What the hell?
I'm a girl, really. Damn, this is really messed with my head. I'm gonna go talk to my mother...
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Perhaps we should seek out therapy together? Or maybe we should just go with it? Men get paid more and they can pee standing up. That's a pretty sweet deal.
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It's true, as a young coffee cup, my sexual identity was always ambiguous. I felt confused during puberty when none of those things on the video happened to me. I was always last-picked for sports.
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Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, LJ. You hang in there, your day will come, and you will blossom into the beautiful 56 oz travel mug featured for 1.99 at the local AM/PM that I know lives deep inside you. Just wait.
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How the heck did this transpire??
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We took my car in today to get the front end fixed (y'know from where that crazy lady backed into me), and my dad had to put the rental on his credit card under his name. The guy asked, "What relationship are you to the driver?" to which Dad responded, "Father-Son." The guy paused and looked at me with his eyebrow raised. I looked down - boobs? Yep, still there - and then gave my dad the evil eye. The sad part is that I don't even think he would have realized he called me his son if the guy hadn't corrected him. Everyone in the rental place heard it and thought it hillarious. :(
PS - We need a nickname for my rental car. It's a 4 door gold Chevy Cobalt, sort of like Kevin. Any ideas?
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Dude, call it Goldie...like Goldie Wilson! (And not after my late grandmother!)
I think that this car still is better than Kevin. *shudder*
I hope you guys are getting that chick to pay for the damage.
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You think your beard would be a give away that you weren't a woman, but I guess not... *shrug* At least it's not your own FATHER, though. Although, now that I think about it, it does explain why he's prone to calling me "Nic" and not by my full first name.
PS - Did you really play Madame Defarge?! I have the best image of you in an old woman's outfit (as per the movie, not the book) attacking your castmates with knitting needles.... XD
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I'm trying to picture what a Taft shaped search light would look like, and this is all that's coming to my head:
Kid 1: (points to sky) Is that.... Former president Taft?
Kid 2: Either that or Batman's *really* let himself go.
Yes, yes, I like your idea! I'll use my sex change money to go buy lots of clohtes and CDs and candy.... (wow, there's a sentence I never thought I'd write!)
Hey, if you're gonna play the part of a woman, there isn't really a cooler role than Madame Defarge! But I feel your pain: Once, for a skit in drama class, I played Forrest Gump. Actually, that was my finest hour, too bad very few were around to see it. :(
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