th-th-thunderclaps.

My last post was informative.

I spent most of the day cleaning to fifties music. Everyone else had work, but I was confined to the apartment building because of a mishap involving a riot and broken glass. ... lots and lots of broken glass. Mithos skipped his hours (David probably covered, didn't bother to ask) to watch me. Stupid, over-protective ass. I tried to ignore him but eventually I couldn't take it anymore. He.pisses.me.off. So eventually I blew it and yelled at him to back the fuck up if he didn't want to get hit by the broom. Instead, he took the broom and tried to clean. I gave him my best "what the hell." expression, stole it back, and smacked him in the knee with it. Without bothering to listen to whatever he might have to say, I put my headphones on (they're awesome - ANYTHING yellow is awesome). When I glanced over at him, he was just sitting there watching me. He sort of reminds me of a kicked puppy. I totally thought it was creepy.

When the others got back, we actually ate around the coffee table/s (there's a crack down the middle, so it's sort of like having two coffee tables... only there's one). It was five dollar pizza, granted, but it was something.

Lately I've become a little addicted to manga. David - previous addict - gave me some of his old novels. Most of them are yaoi. Classic David. I tried drawing 'manga'/'anime' style and deduced that I'm better off blogging anyday.