November 25th, 2003

(I've tried patience)

"There's an all-night party in room 7609..."

Course last night was, eventually, fine, which was a relef as I was really dreading it. Decided to go on from there to Electric Dreams - hence having just woken up. I am exhausted, but it probably wasn't such a bad idea - it's been ages and ages and ages since I went out dancing, and I had a pretty good time. And tarted relentlessly at a random cyber boy who was really far too dangerously sexy for his own good, especially dancing to LeaetherStrip. Made friends again with the DJ, who I've really missed (but I'm not really allowed to say that). Came home. Slept. Dreamed about adjectivemarcus talking in an East End accent. Morpheus, what do I owe you?

Very tired now, but I feel better than yesterday. Thank you, all of you, for saying such lovely things.

Token incomprehensible edit: Evil Laugh TM. I think my latest round of stalking just got a lot easier. ~g~ Time to spread my wings and fly, I hope...

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  • Current Music
    'Late Bar', Duran Duran.
(I've tried patience)

Head --> desk.

My life is complicated enough without another bloody crush. Why won't people stop being interesting near me?
And why, when I'm already admiring the knife they're holding, must they suddenly flick their coat open to reveal the ten or twenty (or thirty) others tucked into their belt?

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  • Current Music
    Ozrics again, because I can at least control my music.
(I've tried patience)

(no subject)

I know this is tragic, but I just got sent my first article to proofread and it's made me all bouncy. ~grin~ I have a purpose! Someone found a use for me!

...oh, yeah, and that's been the other characteristic of today, obviously. It's been a terribly distracting day.
"Oh, god," as the man in the smoking jacket would say.

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  • Current Music
    And still.