Sleepy Intervals

[pseydtonne]

I'd like to be able to say something smart right now. I'm just recovering from being over-tired by passing out.

I finally own a copy of Super Furry Animals' all-Welsh album, mwng. It's a lot of fun even if it might as well be the vocalizations of Sigur Ros for all I can parse.

I got a "you're too far away and I'm too busy" rejection on OKCupid. Right... enough being rejected by random folks. Back to being rejected by locals, I say. Better yet: not being rejected! That would be wicked keen.

...in the morning, that is. For now, me go sleepies.

By the way... nah, I'm too tired to comment. Everyone wants me to pay forward their lists of stuff. Dunno that I wanna. Y'all know I hate that "what kind of bagel am I?" crap. I need dialogue, not speeches. Since I mean that, I'll get off the soap box and go to bed.

-already there, Dante

Comments

[pseydtonne.livejournal.com]

More chicks, dude. Let's face facts. I can't stand being single.

[metahacker.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, I can't magically create women yet...I'm not Noah. I can give you girl advice, but that might be a bit presumptive. Hence the Hobbes/"I got my tuna sandwich" school of offering wishes.