Now that I've
called in sick it's turned into a rather lazy, crazy
long weekend. Had the house to myself while my parents are away and been having friends over so haven't left the house hardly at all until last night when I went out for dinner with a couple of friends...and that was when the guy from
Friday called! He left a
nervous-sounding message, didn't quite
pronounce my name right, and lives quite far away from me. I have to stop trying to convince myself that this isn't an okay thing to do. I drink coffee anyway, might as well as him if he'd like to drink some with me some time. I still like his voice but I
didn't catch his name - Scott, Sal, Al? oh dear...
Now I have to clean this place up before the folks get home. Sometimes I feel like a teenager living here.
Always tell
beauty it's
intelligent, and
intelligence that it's
beautiful.
Casanova