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Weekend of meandering and mellow pt. one

After work Friday, I found wraptboy on the porch with 10 empty bottles of Newcastle, an eleventh open in his hand, and a twelfth still warm and cozy in it's case. There was also a taewakan sitting on the porch, a proud med-passer to boot.

I had talked to haloed13 and spinmistress (via haloed13's AIM) about making it out to the Chamber the night before, but i was broke as hayel, and thought that saving my dough for a meal and gas was much more important than getting into the club. I did feel bad, however, that I missed android23's birthday jig...I hope you can forgive me!

bladernr asked me to call him via Todd's phone when i got home from work, so i did; they were on their way to Jawndomay. Something about a Duck island that Irene spoke of...I know of no such island (and suddenly I want to watch Braveheart, just to see that crazy Irish guy say, "It's Muh island!" LOL)

I also called sharpshinyclaws, who was watching the best of Annie Lennox with a friend named Buddy and some other people whom I met late in the evening.

bladernr came into Jawndomay for the first time, headed straight for the slanted-bathroom and, on his return, mentioned how our place was set up for stoners. I reassured him that I used to be a big pothead/ acidhead, remnants still clinging to the braincells, and my roommate is just a screwball. He nodded and understood, smiling.

Oh and the Chloebearmonster, in all her wiles, wagged her bendy-bottom at him, chasing water-gun shots while he called people names on his cellphone. teehee!

We met up with Todd amongst the strangest of crowds at the Molten cafe, and sleepy-slow music. I was tired from work, and Todd and bladernr were rather sedate due to their previous engagements; we wound up noting pseudo-gypsies, screeching metalheads who were close to nine-months, and strange tattoos that made no sense in our visual capacities.

No Irene, no idea where the Duck-Island is...we wait.

Up the stairs came sharpshinyclaws in the most astounding of fashions...floor-length, polyester sea-foam green gown, princess-cut with a neck-clasp and eighteen nipple-holders. Whoever built the dress must have been fond of mutants. BUT, she pulled it off with savoir faire, and was oh-so glamorous!

( The molten core of an evening bubbles over )

What I do when I should be doing other things

Started homework, watching over the birdie, who is still alive, but still not very well (Thank you again, evilshell for giving me all that info. I spoke with Sheira, and am going to call that vet in the morning) and then decided to clean some. I kind of realized that our house has been rather messy as of late, and smell-good happy. So, I clean, sweaty and stinky because I don't want to cause breezes with fans, lest I make Butthead worse.

And then, because I have been waiting to hear from Lonn, I check my e-mail again...he has no phone and uses the library 'puters, and is going a little bonkers in this state. He was supposed to call, but I have yet to hear from him.

I am sooo tired, and just blah. So, here goes some survey-hell, brought to you from pseudogod, even if he blames someone else. ~8P

( A little definition, please... )