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
, and intelligence
that it's beautiful