*looks at list*
Nope I don't want to talk to you, you or you. *block*

I had a pretty relaxing weekend, taking in my fair share of surfer boys. I didn't stick around yesterday at the beach where the competition was because I don't think I fit into the teeny bopper Westmoorings smoking drinking lamer crew. Saturday afternoon I could have sworn the guy I was scoping for like an hour, was this dude I took a liking to a few years ago. Still not sure, but very much resembles him. Gods. Yes there were older ones, hot ones (bodies to die for) et al, yet I wussed out and went to chill with the old people. We drove up to Matelot. Far. Very far indeed. The coast was beautiful.

Why give up checking out a tonload of hard bodied bastards for landscape? Dunno. If I had people, maybe. My cousin's younger, and his friend is...bleh.
I'm tired. Not physically. Just...everything. No I didn't pick up, no I didn't try to either. Shut up while I mope in my bath tub of salt. :)

In other news, have finally finished Return of The King. I know I know it was about time.
To Stace congrats on not tripping in borrowed shoe etc and on other fronts. ;)
Have gotten tan. I believe.
Have to write many e-mails. Eeek.
Daddy actually has a bad cold - this is a surprise because usually he can handle himself. I got home to a hacking and coughing dad. Weird. Usually that's me sounding like that. Christ. Poor daddypoo.

I would rant more, but I think the TV's free now and I have some serious catching up to do with Lain-watching and so-forth.
Right after I talk to Danny and Stacey and Michael and Vance and Scar and uh whoever else.

Hmm. Orange Sky definitely helps my mood. Doh lemme buss a slap in yuh ass!!!!!

Rofl Stef has gotten a flame on his guestbook!

11 pm. Ugh.