Current location:	My couch
Current mood:	blah
Current music:	Bitch - Dope

Brain Flash the First - Aug 31
I'm sitting here in my living room chewing on a plastic spoon and contemplating lighting a cigarette. 
Another cigarette.   
My name is Rikki, I'm 21 years old with a do nothing job, two cats and more random crap cluttering my living room than I know what to do with. 
If you're reading this, then what the hell about me caught your attention?
I've put the spoon down now to light the cigarette and my cats are chasing eachother across my apartment. 
It is now five am.
My MP3 has changed tracks from the angry white boy sounds of Dope, to the almost hyper Japanese sounds of Orange Range.
I don't understand a word of it but I love it anyway.
Well, I understand the odd word, but I study Japanese over the internet until I can find the time to beg my boyfriend to drive me an hour and a half to Edmonton so I can buy tapes.
I'm chewing the spoon againand it is now five after five.
There is a retarded cartoon on TV but I'm too lazy to hunt for the bat to change the channel.
Yes, I call it a bat, not remote...bat.
For some reason, the TV is always on in my house, except when we're out. It get's turned off then.
I should be working my fanfics right now, but I have Shikamaru block.
For you non Narutards reading this (you know you are if you know what a 'Narutard' is), Shikamaru block is named after an extremely lazy  Naruto characer. Shikamaru
A combination of writers block and sheer laziness.
And yes, I am an anime fangirl, meaning I love anime.
It's now a quater after five and I'm lighting another smoke.
I am a chain smoker when I'm at home, doing nothing.
'Hey there Delilah' is playing now.
I adore that song, it's so...I'm not sure what it is, but it's something.
I have the first Friday night in forever off work tomorow and I hope against hope that Brandy doesn't ask me to go to the bar because I'm skint.
For a change.
I put my smoke out and picked up the spoon again.
I work nights at a little hotel called Ceasers Inn here in dreary Drunken Valley, Alberta.
It's really called Drayton Valley, but us natives called it different.
We know better.
I've lived in Drunken Valley for two years now.
And I've been in Canada for three as of tomorrow.
I was eighteen and six months pregnant when I moved to Canada from my native England.
I'd never go back to England after what I've seen here.
Yes, I still have an English accent, for which some of the men that stay at Ceasers think I'm hot because of.
I don't see it, but my boyfriend, Jeep (nickname, not real name) tells me I'm beautiful and all that crap.
I call him a liar and that he only says I'm hot because I sleep with him.
He know's that I'm joking though.
We've been together for two and a half years now and I love him very much. 
I'd do anything he'd ask of me.
I've been working on this post for an entire half an hour now.
Probably the longest I've sat still.
With the exception of my beloved Harry Potter movies.
I go every year and have read every book.
Sad I know, but I love the way she weaves the fantasy.
I can honestly say I love Harry Potter as much as I love my beloved yaoi manga.
Again, for you non anime fans reading this; yaoi is a sexual situation containing two boys.
You may think it's gross, but I think it's hot.
I bet you look something like this right now; XP
Five thirty two and another smoke has found it's way to my mouth and Ohio is for Lovers by Hawthorne Heights is playing.
I think I'm going to leave it there for now.
If you've made it this far, congratulations.
Feel free to tell me what a wierd person I am.
You know what they say though;
Normal is a cycle on a washing machine.