(Untitled)

[acarandaguitar]

*sitting, likely in or near a corner, strumming the guitar, with a joint and a bottle of beer next to him* *...this, ladies and gentlemen, is more or less Steve Finn as he's constantly been*

Comments

[singulartragedy]

*is apparently feeling sociable!* *and, you know, like is drawn to like. or something like that.*

'lo.

[acarandaguitar]

*blinks, then tilts his head and cocks a hand in greeting* Hey. Who're you?

[singulartragedy]

Adrian. Singleton. And yourself?

[acarandaguitar]

Steve. Finn. *crooked grin* Nice t'meet you.

[singulartragedy]

Likewise. *slight smile* I'm always surprised when there's nothing t'do around here. Seems like there ought to be, even if it's only to be startled at the chaos here and there.

*also, thoughts re: marijuana usage seem to be "won't come to any good, you know, but has got to be awfully nice. ;_;" and it probably shows a bit*

[acarandaguitar]

*faint laugh* Boredom's something I look forward to sometime. Chaos can just come to too fucking much. 's good to have nothing to do every once in a while. *...ha, nothing*

*...well, he's used to that by now*

[singulartragedy]

Well, yes. It isn't awful, things being a bit dull. Leaves a bit too much room to think about things gone by that weren't, I s'pose, but . . . well. Unavoidable. Life. And such.

*. . . yes, you do get used to it, don't you? only isn't quite used to being on this side of that sentiment yet, and aughweird*

[acarandaguitar]

*shrugs slightly* Don't think. Drink, smoke, play, drive. Don't think. *shrugs again* And life goes on. 'Til you die, but that's the way it is. *...this makes perfect sense in his head, which is why he worries his typist*

*...hee, poor thing*

[singulartragedy]

Bit problematic, that. See, drinking and smoking, in my case, are out of the question because of how, as soon as it wears off, I find I've got a lot more to think about, because I never quite manage to keep from doing something idiotic-- although, really, sobriety's not wonderful about preventing that, either-- and driving, 'm afraid, is out of period. But yes. Life goes on. It hasn't got much else to do, has it?

*is pathetic that way. ;_;*

[acarandaguitar]

*solemnly* Then I guess you're screwed. You could always learn to play. *holds up the guitar*

*he's so cute. XD*

[singulartragedy]

Quite. And only m'self to blame. . . . I could. The question is, do I dare discover yet another talent I haven't got? *is, really, surprisingly cheerful about all this*

*we've been over this. the word is "pathetic." though a sort of "kicked puppy" cute is possible. maybe.*

[acarandaguitar]

The guitar doesn't take talent. If it did I'd be screwed, too. And I dunno what kind of teacher I am, but I could always try another student.

*well, that, then. he makes me awww anyway.*

[singulartragedy]

Doesn't it? Well, then, I'll be fine. *grin* *and blinks* Really? You ought to be warned, in that case, I've always been a dreadful student.

*probably doesn't help that the very thought of making anyone awww would make him blush profusely XD*

[acarandaguitar]

*grins* I dropped out of college, so we're ever there. Just find me anytime you wanna learn. I'll find another practice guitar for you.

*THAT'S REALLY CUTE, ADRIAN*

[singulartragedy]

All right. Thank you. *grins*

*XD We don't tell him things like that. it makes him want to go hide.*