According the sexiest boy she has met in a long time, local girl is lovely.

She slept with said boy last night, although there wasn't a whole lotta sleeping going on.

Oh take your mind out of the gutter, it wasn't like that. She wishes!

Local girl and her best friend (who henceforth shall be called simply 'best friend', because it is fairly obvious whose best friend she is and local girl has decided to call her that) and sexy boy and various other wonderful people went out and got very drunk and danced and sung (and local girl smoked and she's very sorry, and she swears that she will execute more self control and give up very very soon) and laughed and...did the okey cokey to a live thrash metal band...and eventually the three of them ended up talking until six in the morning in sexy boy's living room.

I don't even know what to say about this boy. I hate the word sexy but really, it's in the way he walks and smokes and laughs and the way his long fingers jump about piano keys as his eyes concentrate on sight reading midnight sonata and the way he looks at local girl lazily then smiles very slowly leaving her lost for words

Local girl remains dubious about best friend's insistance that sexy boy was interested in her, expecially as nothing happened and he has now seen her at 8am, still wearing last night's make up and clothes. Oh well. Local girl shall see if he calls, but she isn't holding her breath and you know what, she doesn't think it'll affect her if he doesn't.

Last night was fantastic and she doesn't think she'll forget it.

< - >

* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to