cimorene

the relatives (+molly, one small auxiliary cheerleader with big baggage) didn't actually leave until 3:30 am, rather than the planned midnight, and mom wouldn't turn off the light but sat up reading a trash romance (not even one with a sex scene, such as they are in that genre). i couldn't sleep for the longest time.

the latest plan is that i go home sunday, because my dad's uncle is coming to visit tomorrow. mom's trying to make arrangements.

kitten_head, who's been my bestest friend since i was a teeny wee one, has been reading throughout our week at the beach the novel equivalent of cosmo, one of those smart sexy bestsellers about smart sexy single women in new york city. 'this one has lots of sex scenes,' she confided last night. i remarked that slash also has a lot of sex scenes and was consequentially favored with her opinion that, in fact, all sex between two boys is just icky.

yeah, uh.

so i went to sleep. the cosmo demographic has spoken, y'all. sometimes the world is an awfully depressing place. i'd run out and have lots of gay sex with

wax_jism but we've been having trouble with the atlantic ocean.

bugger.