Made it to another weekend. A mean feat.

I miss being popular. I'm too young to be a has-been. Too old to be a never-was.

Skye had work today. And went to her friend Britt's afterwards. We haven't talked all day, I can't remember the last time that happened. Things are going well again, I think. On course for the future. We will make it there one day.

It's empty here without her.

I bought Gatorade today. I just couldn't resist that name. It sounds like something from American pop culture. I want to live in an American sitcom. The label said it was made in Germany though. Maybe it's not even American. It was a little too lemony, but it had a nice bright red colour. I like my drinks to have bright colours. And my will of mind is strong enough to ignore that the colours probably come from dangerous chemical additives.

Gator aid. Kool aid. Kool-aid? That's American, right? I want to taste that. I want to taste pop culture.

At work talk fell on VH1. Which lead to Karen saying she couldn't stand MTV, all that noise. Which lead to Bent asking me if I watched MTV. I guess that's natural, I'm the youngest one there. But I reassured everyone that I don't watch MTV. I may be young, but I'm not that young. I said "pop culture" not pop.

And now I guess I might as well be going to bed.

I'm not even Scottish.

np: matt sweeney - new room (hideout compilation rocks my beehind)