ribit.

bah.

Nieghhhh.

oink.

quack.

Is it plainly evident that I'm bored yet?

I've had a very full day.

I used to crave my alone time.

Now I crave my you and I time.

The moment it become alone time, I instantly start carousing for the possiblity of more you and I time.

Today's you and I time.

Mo Mong with Bruce, and a 3 hour long circuit of bookstore hopping.

Back to the gallery . . . errr Apartment with Bruce for a quick viewing of my latest works. And he is commisioning a piece from me, another 4' by 5' foot monstrocity. I still won't let him pay me for it. He just has to buy the canvas.

Bruce left, and the girls rather promptly arrived to change from wedding clothes into 'Tool' concert clothes. They came baring sushi.

mmmMMMMMmm . . . SUSHI

It ended up being a 15 minute hyper party.

I swear every second with them is a good time.

They left, and it's been more alone time, and i'm craving you and I time.

What's caused this shift from loving alone time to not? I wish I new.

***

Curtis hasn't called. I'm sure he is still out for his dinner at the country club. He's having you and I time.

I'm having alone time.

I fucking hate it.

I could dive into a book, but somehow that seems like such a fucking copout.

Does anyone have a plan for getting instant friends? Preferably females? Cause, I'm going to freek out if I don't have more hanging out options more often. Seriously, i'm about to turn big old looser with an L, mindied on my forehead (I hate needles) and post a friends wanted poster in the laundry room, if things don't change soon. ;)

I know this is probably some deep seated psychological thing about being comfortable with ones self.

Fuck that, I'm just lonely, and have had 3 years of fucking alone time, and it's time for massive doses of you and I time.

Plead sign the fucking guestbook. Purty please.

Mal, Saturday's seem to be my Friday's.