Wednesday, April 17, 2002
A quick midweek, midday nap. The trees are budding, bidding me to come out and enjoy the sun with them but I ignore them to catch up on the sleep that has eluded me for most of the week. Laundry tumbling, I wake with the buzzer telling me my clothes are done.
Clothes and books and tapes and niknacks in boxes, haphazardly; my apartment is so small, I'll sort it out later. I'm listening to the same few songs over and over again (Flawless by The Ones, Murder on the Dancefloor by Sophie Ellis Baxtor, and Lady by Modjo). Can't stop thinking about Chris who cycles through my head like my limited playlist.
I'm jumping from day to day like the week is a hopscotch field, throwing my dates with Chris in front of me. I can finally smell summer.
In other news, my brother has a website now.
Et Cetera
// Rolling list of recently browsed.
- » Build A Home Network From Scratch
- » 10 Appalling Lies We Were Told About Iraq - (Only 10?)
- » Google = God
- » Antique Sex Change
- » Homos and Morality
- » DNA tests confirm remains as those of Canny Ong
- » Not Gay Pride Month?
- » Hummina Hummina Hummina
- » Party of Five - 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5.
- » Funniest Goddamned Commercial I?ve Ever Seen - (MPG video)
