No Milk and Alcohol

last night nikkii's coworker amanda came over to cut her hair and we all ate some food. afterwards we ventured to someone's apartment to meet up with kammee and her gf maria. i made the mistake of having a bowl of cereal before we left, which didn't sit too well with kamikazes. we ended up going to this place, the war room--which was pretty rad. i didn't get sick, but i felt sick. i left and went to qfc and got some chips and came back inside. after about 15 minutes of being back inside i had to go home and sleep it off. nikkii was toast at that point--still, at 8:30am both of us woke up. i want to go back to the War Room but i'm not sure if it will be for the girl's night. i don't think nikkii and i are girls. we just don't get into the same things. it's weird. i loved the bar but felt insanely out of place--like i went to the wrong night. it's not a matter of feminity or anything... i think i would have felt more comfortable in a room full of drag queens that perpetuate every element of feminity. i guess it seemed like the queer girls are so..... normal. i dont mean normal in a bad way. i mean, im not sure i would ever have a clue they were queer if i saw them outside of the bars. i think that's good, that they defy the stereotypical dyke look. i just dont know if i fit into it. i dont consider myself a lesbian or whatever, nor does nik. i think that is one reason we both are so good for one another. i feel like we are our own weird gender. then again, none of this matters too much. i just wanted to say i felt out of place.