he wants to run his fingers through my hair but he doesn't call

[porphyre]

Ice-skating's at 8pm this evening at the 6-Rinks in Burnaby.

I'm cleaning my room. Ryan's things are unprotected, the consequence is boxes. There's the idea floating about that we'll see him more once he's officially moved out, but no matter that, we'll see far more of my floor. The perpetual pile of fabric that's been living in front of my closet will have evaporated into the now empty drawers. This tightrope act of practically living tidily will collapse out of illusion and into reality. When the lady is sawed in half, this time there will be screaming. Think gore, think the horrible wail of a vacuum cleaner.

E3 conference banned "booth bunnies" at upcoming shows
Man trips, destroys ming dynasty.
UK phone company has Tom Baker read text messages sent to landline messages.

Part of my week in pictures:

In a glaring contradiction of new federal policy, the new face of Homeland Security seem to be animal-human hybrids.