saturdays.

You know a day is going by too slowly if you've just checked your flist for the umpteenth time knowing that there won't be anything new for hours but doing it anyway. I'm about the only person from the usual group that's home at the moment, to my knowledge. I am enjoying it, I guess.

Half a can of beer + a bag of popcorn + banana bread. I'm living like a pig and I know it. It's only because the maids don't cook lunch for me unless I ask them to. The rest of my family isn't around, so it would be a waste.

So here I am, writing bits of a drabble about three words at a time, sound tripping (now on track 3367 of 9797 -- I've been doing some cleaning up), chatting with Team Uke and wondering where my mind went. Still looking for players on be_l_i_e_ve, and wondering what to upload next for ze_junkheap. I played Suikoden III again for about three hours earlier, and before that I was lolling around in bed, struggling with Blood and Gold. I'm at the gay part now. You know. The only high light of the book, especially if you're a fan of Armand. Now I want to read Armand again, and skip over everything except for the gay parts.

I've a whole list of ideas and all of them are going nowhere. How cool is that?

Missing human company but I don't know whether I'm willing to exert all the effort to get some. Besides, there's no car at home.

this is why Yahoo!Messenger is love.

heiz: what've you been up to?
me: well.
me: i'm currently writing a round of hot foreplay and somewhat sex in a pool on the rooftop of some corporate tower.
heiz: O.o
heiz: y don't say


It gets them every time.

But honestly. I am. Drabbles for Citrus Avenue are love.

This one's for you, ezraelandvari.