also: I am not meant for clubbing at all.

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Guy finds envelope containing stuff that belongs to a girl, and risks losing his sanity and his One True Love to figure out what the hell is wrong with the other girl.

This story is, basically, one of those ones that sounds stupider when you describe it than it does when you write it. My word count's pitiful right now, but I can work with it.

it was the sweetest, sweetest thing I'd known.

Two things before I go to bed.

ONE: NaNo is slowly, slowly coming along. I have no idea where things are going. I do not know why I am using a long-retired RP character's name for my main character (well, it was because of one of the original ideas. But I don't know if I intend to keep it and I'm too lazy to come up with another name. Besides, I like Paul Winchester--it kind of rolls off really easily if that makes sense), and I don't know what's going to happen to him, but it's working.

TWO: I had forgotten, until a few days ago, how much I love Lauryn Hill's "The Sweetest Thing". That song is awesome.