Cracked glass
Yes. Oh god. Yes. siegeengine, this song makes my brain bleed. What have you done?
Am slowly seducing a friend from our weekly quiz. Because...I don't know. I like him and I'm lonely and I guess I am sort of hoping that if I try it for a little while, the little spark will magically appear. This is probably unfair to him, because if it doesn't then I'll wind up hurting him just for the sake of getting laid. But right now, I want something near me that feels real. I'm a little...disconnected. I don't know.
Besides, I should stop thinking of guys as such emotional pussies. Odds are good that his attitude would just be, "Hey, sweet, got some sexxings, and from a qualified instructer privately contracted to the URS to boot."
I have a bruise on my thigh shaped exactly like my cellphone. That sort of thing happens a lot in this house. Because we carry our cellphones in our pants pockets, and then fall over.
Not, like, on a daily basis or anything. Or on purpose. The falling part, I mean. That would just be silly.
I have to get Blaine's right-hand wing mirror fixed. The mounting is broken, currently held together by duct tape in true Kiwi fashion. That also might be related to the cellphone bruise. I don't know how much it will cost. Parts, labour...meh. Sadly, I kind of need a wing mirror. And we drive on the left here, so the right-hand mirror is the important one.
I'm getting money in the next couple of days from friends that I've lent to over the last little while. Hopefully, I can cover the bike repairs, a second tattoo, and the Rock DJ's birthday 'of course not, I would never do that to you' present. (He is a weirdo. Don't even ask.) And red meat. I'm having wicked fierce cravings for dead animal. I'd like to go hunting and kill something myself so that I have an excuse to use the word 'carcass', but I'm exhausted and as strangely bloodthirsty as I'm currently feeling, it is much simpler just to go to the supermarket and buy a packet of pre-processed dead flesh.
...CARCASS.
Also, Fractal is working tonight and I want to go be smitten at her drop in and say hi, and invite her to come round on Sunday night (Monday is a public holiday so she doesn't have, um, *cough*school*cough*) and be smiled at by someone who makes it seem real.
(She has a boyfriend at the moment. She has been flirting with me an awful lot for a girl in a closed relationship. But I am good, and moral, or something. Maybe just afraid that she'll pull away if she doesn't think she can trust me. *shrug*)
Also, I have lost my house key. This is slightly awkward.
When I am frazzled and forget to pay attention to the physical world, I see little sparkles of white in my peripheral vision. It is something fleeting and flickering. Grr.
Am slowly seducing a friend from our weekly quiz. Because...I don't know. I like him and I'm lonely and I guess I am sort of hoping that if I try it for a little while, the little spark will magically appear. This is probably unfair to him, because if it doesn't then I'll wind up hurting him just for the sake of getting laid. But right now, I want something near me that feels real. I'm a little...disconnected. I don't know.
Besides, I should stop thinking of guys as such emotional pussies. Odds are good that his attitude would just be, "Hey, sweet, got some sexxings, and from a qualified instructer privately contracted to the URS to boot."
I have a bruise on my thigh shaped exactly like my cellphone. That sort of thing happens a lot in this house. Because we carry our cellphones in our pants pockets, and then fall over.
Not, like, on a daily basis or anything. Or on purpose. The falling part, I mean. That would just be silly.
I have to get Blaine's right-hand wing mirror fixed. The mounting is broken, currently held together by duct tape in true Kiwi fashion. That also might be related to the cellphone bruise. I don't know how much it will cost. Parts, labour...meh. Sadly, I kind of need a wing mirror. And we drive on the left here, so the right-hand mirror is the important one.
I'm getting money in the next couple of days from friends that I've lent to over the last little while. Hopefully, I can cover the bike repairs, a second tattoo, and the Rock DJ's birthday 'of course not, I would never do that to you' present. (He is a weirdo. Don't even ask.) And red meat. I'm having wicked fierce cravings for dead animal. I'd like to go hunting and kill something myself so that I have an excuse to use the word 'carcass', but I'm exhausted and as strangely bloodthirsty as I'm currently feeling, it is much simpler just to go to the supermarket and buy a packet of pre-processed dead flesh.
...CARCASS.
Also, Fractal is working tonight and I want to go be smitten at her drop in and say hi, and invite her to come round on Sunday night (Monday is a public holiday so she doesn't have, um, *cough*school*cough*) and be smiled at by someone who makes it seem real.
(She has a boyfriend at the moment. She has been flirting with me an awful lot for a girl in a closed relationship. But I am good, and moral, or something. Maybe just afraid that she'll pull away if she doesn't think she can trust me. *shrug*)
Also, I have lost my house key. This is slightly awkward.
When I am frazzled and forget to pay attention to the physical world, I see little sparkles of white in my peripheral vision. It is something fleeting and flickering. Grr.