Christ, I am bored. Doing nothing with your life means you place little value on "free" time as your entire week, month, year, whatever is free. Chatted with Harry yesterday (and saw his winky, teehee - dirty man!) and got the standard "you're too smart not to do anything with your life". My parents are so sick of me being a bum at this point that they're well past that and now come out with gems such as "if you want to continue eating, don't fucking push us". Unfortunately they do carry rather a lot of sway with the other person who ensures that I eat from plates (or, more accurately take out containers and frozen meal boxes) rather than garbage bins.

Anyway, I'm just going through my old copy of American Psycho, and am reading the little notes I made to myself. A lot of my books carry either post its or pencilled in messages that I've written, because I'm a dork. One of my favourites is a little note I wrote about a sex scene before it became gruesome. It was from my virginal self to my future cherry popped self:

"try this someday, but only when you get the hang of it. maybe you could be bi?"

Awesome.

I could start a sex blog. It would read something like "sux0r, Lizzy, no sex, but Harry's winky very nice, perhaps next week."