Sweet

This will be short, just a filler. Just something to make it look like I've been doing more.

Which I haven't.

This is a bite. We'll order more soon.

Archer

I see a kiss, and another. I know what it means, and what it is trying to be.
I see a kiss.

Why is it that we want so badly to have what is just beyond. Does it make us try or does it make us angry?

We strike, we hit. Targets. But it is never quite on centre. We are so fully imperfect, it makes me happy. I never want to be perfect.

Nell

I don't have to rehearse until a little later tonight. All my homework is at home. All my food is at home.

The person I'd like to see right now is at home. But not mine.

Nell is waiting for me. Nell will come soon and I'll try and see her clearer and softer than I have before. She is the healer, the light-seer.

I love men who smile.

Stall

I've decided I am going to procrastinate a little more. I mean, I really have done most of what I set out to do today.

But - holy carps in fresh lemon glaze! It is already past three. Dammit.
Dammit.

If I scheduled my life down to the hour, I'd probably get so much more done.
But I'd also be one of those people who schedules their life down to the hour.

Plus, my sister is coming. So, I need to have actual food in the fridge, and fast.

Basement

It is great fun sitting in the basement of a party. I am listening to people laugh, and it is like being in the next room while a sitcom is on. Why are they laughing? Sometimes it is fun to guess.

There is also one next door. They are singing to music, but they only know the choruses.

I'd normally be asleep right now. My Friday nights are no more eventful than having to pick what pijamas to sleep in. I'm not sure if this is what you'd call an improvement, but I am enjoying it anyways.

It kind of confirms my status on the periphery of things. I watch. I hear. I'm not in the middle of it. Not feeling excluded so much as detached. A clinical observer.

The noise pushes.

Seekers

There are some things that it is okay to be too young for. This is just way too fun to be one of them.

Yes, citizens. It is Sputnik Time

So this is the inaugural blog post. Whee. I finally caved.
You'd think there'd be a parade, or something. Instead, we have the best cybercat that ever did walk the interweb.

Let's see what comes of this.