primed for sleep

[flamingsword]

Yesterday I helped the friend move whose apartment got broken into. Him, me, our HP and HPS, and one of his current flames got all the big stuff moved. Since we moved him from a second-floor apartment to another second-floor apartment my legs are bitching at me in Valley-girl speak, because of course the anthropomorphization of my pain has to be both pissy and annoying. If my life had White Wolf-style stats I'd be running low on vitae right now. Thankfully, all I really need to do is eat salty foods and sleep.

xenoix_13 and I have pretty much decided that he isn't my boyfriend, he's my male girlfriend. And so for Beltane, we traded half of our energies for the year. He gets half of my literate fangirlishness, and I get half of his technomancy. Because what better way is there to celebrate Beltane than to do crazy shit? Well, there is a better way, but we didn't have enough privacy for that.

If I were a cloud in an ocean of sky
I'd surf in the wind when the wind waved by.
And the airport below would look up to see,
And waiting for rain, he'd spit airplanes at me.

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Then again, if we were in White Wolf world, I'd say to rage and just soak it all up! Er... unless you're one of those wyrm-cursed... (actually, I played V, WW, and M, some time in the past.)

Privacy, who needs Privacy? (We don't neeed no stinkin' privacy) Especially for that at Beltaine!

literate dangirlishness for techomancy sounds like a fun trade 8P

I love the airport/wind/spit poem! Fabulous! Post more!