Sitting here, waiting for L to pick me up for supper/breakfast. It's 6am in the morning, and I'm contemplating a move to tumblr.com because of it's simplicity. I'm one for simplicity, and neatly arranged slices of life. It's an obsession really, it's like an OCD which I'm aware about but just refuse to control. I like it that way.
Can't figure out if I'm tired or not, because my eyes are warm and my head is heavy, but for some reason I just can't fall asleep peacefully.. Maybe it's the environment, it's the first night I'm attempting to sleep at the Balestier apartment since my dad's been back, and I've failed miserably. I hate to sleep alone, I need him. Makes me wonder what's going to happen to me during his reservist period..
Made 2 skins yesterday for pokerstars.com.. I must say it's relatively easy to make once you know how. But according to L, they're both not as nice as he would have imagined, although one was made for humour instead of actually functioning as a skin. I'm going to try again though. Poker's been really bad to him, because whenever we try to pick ourselves up after an obstacle, something is bound to screw up, in his head, or in mine, or in the Poker arena.
Everytime I do something stupid to him, I want to hug him to death despite his lacklustre response. I am so lucky.
15/10/1989, into fast cars, black/silver/grey, good foie gras, poker, a degenerate gambler. Hooked on appealing visuals and in love with the world's most retarded poker player, Lance.