A day late and a dollar short... that would be me, yep. OryCon says they haven't gotten Kadin's membership papers and payment, so I'm gonna have to scrape up the cash AGAIN and deal with that... and yesterday, gods...

...there's this Safeway right by our house (yes, the one with the beautiful boy in it) where we all, and of late me in particular, go for groceries. Apparently I've been there a few TOO many times. Last night Tammy and a friend of hers named Jason and I were in there getting snackies for game, and one of the boys who works there has apparently decided he's infatuated with me. *twitch*

Look, I want to get laid, yes. And I LIKE innocence, yes. But... right now, I'd rather have someone who knows what he's doing or at least doesn't mind being DONE, and even if I were shopping for a new toy, this one... generally wouldn't make it on the list.

*shrugs* It'll amuse me to see if he stays infatuated, certainly... and if it turns out the little darling IS into anything resembling kink, ehh. I may see if I can find him a playmate. But as he pretty much screams 'virgin' and seems pretty white-collar, I doubt he'd actually stay interested in anything ~I~ would consider fun. *snickers*

I AM headed for the Coast... Torianpet, I'll be calling you at 5:00 am my time, on the cell phone apparently since I can't seem to find your landline number, although I will keep looking for it.

Angel, not that it's likely you'll read this and thus I'll be emailing, I'll see you on Tuesday or Wednesday. *GRIN*

Gods, but I'm actually looking forward to this. How f'ed up is that?

I know it's gonna suck, for the most part. My mother... yeah. *twitch* I don't know how well I'll actually deal with multiple days of her, I don't know if I'll be back on Thursday or next Monday, I don't know a LOT of things.

But.

Coast.

I'll find a way to deal with this.

Music is DEFINITELY going to help. I am bringing every CD I've burned down with me. She's got a set of headphones and a CD-playing walkman. I'll... yeah. *amused* I'll survive.

I'm gonna close my body now... I guess I'll die another day...

...err, sorry.

I don't usually mean to sing Madonna.

Even when it's a startlingly GOOD song. The fact that it's been remixed with Dirty Vegas stuff helps.

$150 for the tat I want... easily $300 for a matched set, one word on each shoulderblade on my back, sharp-edged and lined in blood, pretty words, vicious words... duality expressed in a language not enough people know. *purrs softly*

I wish I were rich. I'd settle for not being broke. But then, fixing that is part of why I'm going down to the coast.

Well, not FIXING it per se. Just delaying my apparently-inevitable return there. *twitches* I do NOT want to have to go crawling to my folks. There are damned few things in this world that I'd consider WORTH that hassle and that shame. Unfortunately, I'm in love with three of them.

I should post this...