crap. my fashion show's coming up this weekend. just finished all the outfits and after much freaking out about models i finally hear that they've decided to do mannequins instead so the outfits can be displayed throughout the entire party. i got the OK to use Didi as a model anyway much to his delight. he loves the attention and i love him getting attention drawn to my pieces. just finished my masterpiece, a kimono of sorts, which he'll be wearing. he's also gonna have a wig and a respirator mask to hide his slightly less than girlish features. with that covered he'll be the prettiest lady there, i have no doubt.
also saw my mum today. either she's back on drugs or she's gotten a very reproving letter from my psychiatrist or both - it's hard to tell - but she was extremely guilt-ridden and trying to be nice. instead of personal attacks between every sentence there were just a bunch of awkward silences. she bought me some cloth - she's always been good at throwing money around if it makes her look good - then took me to dinner at my favorite restaurant and got me a new battery for my ancient phone. she was practically pleasant until she dropped me off but of course she couldn't keep it up and just hadto be rude to Nathan's parents. i can't wait for the bitch to die. all she's ever been good for is money and that'll continue once she's dead - only then i won't have to put up with her shit anymore.