Nibble on my damage

So anyway.

As previously stated, jou drove through the mystic wilds of the midwest to come see me last week, and we had a lovely time. It'd been over a year since I'd last seen her, and that was too long. She brought me beautiful Bordens art and beautiful ST art and her beautiful self.

Friday, we sat at Borders and drewed, she bought Pon Farr perfume, I took her to my store and she experienced my boss, we made macaroni and watched Star Trek IV: The Most Ridiculous Voyage Home Ever. Saturday we gathered up homoshiroi and drewed at Starbucks for several hours, where an appearance was made by infinityduck and a mysterious girl came out of nowhere and wanted to see Jo's art to a hilarious end. And then we ate burgers and watched no less than four movies: House of Morecock, Princess Diaries 2, Sickhouse, and Mulan. Many buttons were made. All was well.

Sunday Jo ate a chickenboat and I had pancakes, and we went for walkies and watched ST outtakes before she had to go away. My comforter still smells vaguely Pon Farr-y. It was comforting, but now I miss her.

So Pon Farr perfume smells really nice, I have to say. I'm tempted to get some, even though I own exactly one bottle of perfume and use it pretty much never. And yesterday my boss was actually vaguely pleasant, which was astounding, and I got the clear to buy my tickets to Virginny for Neko.

Roommate has been out of town, but she comes home tonight and I really need to do the dishes and tidy a bit. And work on my new photo meme stolen from yawmin and perhaps even post some things I done made. I kinda wanna read a book, though. It's been so long since I sat down and read a real live book that I don't even know what reading is anymore. Or books. Or words, for that matter.

I'm kinda hoping reading more will make me want to write more. Selfish motives are selfish. :F