Quit Hogging the Meat Blanket

The Visa application is out of my hands. There is nothing more I can do.

Last night me and the roomies stayed up very late jamming out. 2 guitars, a bongo drum, and 5 sets of vocal cords. I live with some talented people! It's so nice to find people that enjoy and excel at making up songs as much as I do. It's really one of the most fun things I can think of.

So things are calm. I'm ok with all my peeps in New Zealand again. For a while there.... I had actually decided that the Ardents were my enemies for about 2 weeks. And that Francisco was only a dream (fortunately that only lasted a day).

People seem very sexy lately. It's not really summer here in SF, but it is at the campouts and in my mind. I want to touch bare skin desperately, I keep brushing or leaning against people. I can't wait until there's a body I can touch all over the place again. I will use it as my meat blanket.

Holy crap, Sarah just sent our Burningman camp list an explicit erotic animeesque tale of her character's fight against the evil unicorns (Long Story, but suffice it to say that our camp's name is now unbelievably gay: Evil Space Unicorns. Yeah. I know. The logo is pretty hot though. I'm not going, but I almost wish I were just for the gay ass camp theme. And the uniforms.).
Ahem, Sarah, wow. There's something about breakups that really frees the ladies. Uh, Sarah, wouldn't it hurt if a unicorn's horn did that to you?

Hot.