Alright, so I know I haven't written anything in a long ass time, but now I'm going to write this little blurb to you all so that you know I'm still alive and kickin'! But just so you know, it isn't very long because I'm writing at my good friend Andie's (Kureno Sohma is her username) computer and soooooo like yeah. But here it goes.

I am sick and tired of this. I am sick and tired of people in general. People whose ignorance overrides everything they stand for, whose stubbornness corrupts the earth and whose willingness to do better for the world has completely vanished. But of all the people in this world that I am sick and tired of, there is one group of people that I am seriously considering murdering. Girlscouts.

Sure, they bring you cookies, but when you look into those eyes, those cute button blue eyes peering out over a face carved by angels, you feel like you're looking into the eyes of Satan. I very much so believe that girlscouts are Satan's minions and there is no proving me otherwise.

"Light, why don't you go back to bed?"

"Be there in a minute."

And the detective continues to aggravate me. Even in my deepest thoughts he seizes to fail in annoying the hell out of me, mostly being interrupting my thoughts or asking me to do something stupid and rediculous. However, maybe just this night I'll listen, but only because I'm tired and not because I'm succumbing to his wishes.

Sometimes I really wish I wasn't handcuffed to him.

"Stop writing, or the suspicion of you being Kira will be raised 6%."

"Alright, already."

I put the pen down and crawl over to the futon we share, but we only do so because of the distance between us is only thirty nine centimeters. Sometimes I question his preferences, especially because he was the one who suggested the whole "I'm going to handcuff myself to you" thing. And the fact that the minute I crawled into bed he put his arm around me.

"Misa's in the next room."

"Let her think what she wants to."

There were many a reason why I didn't want to be found in this position. One, because my "girlfriend" (or to be honest the girl I used for everything I needed) was Misa Amane and two, because I wasn't all that comfortable with the whole ordeal. To be honest I sort of wanted to scream and run away, if only a little.

Okay, I lied. I liked him and he liked me. I just didn't want to be caught.

"I think I hear footsteps."

"You're being paranoid, Light."

And honestly, I did hear footsteps that seemed to stop right in front of the doorway. As I peered out into the yellowish light of the hallway, I noticed that there were two shadows. Feet. I knew I wasn't paranoid, but now it seemed that the detective just wanted to be caught in the act of spooning.

Man, I hate that word.

"Let go of me, Ryuuzaki."

"You know you want me."

And now I hear a keycard being slid into the lock, and a small beep marks that it was successfully unlocked. The turning of a knob and the bright light floods the room, a shadowy figure looming in the hallway. On further inspection, I notice that it's only the timid Matsuda.

"Oh, God, not again!"

"Don't you know when to knock?!"

Again I was disrupted by one of the men my father works with, whether that be Ryuuzaki or Matsuda, or anyone else for that matter. Ryuuzaki, however, didn't feel shamed that it was the third time that week that Matsuda had walked in on us doing something embarrassing.

"Ow! Watch what you're doing with that thing!"

"Hey, why don't we try switching places and you see if you can do any better!"

Creeeeeak.

"My eyes! My poor virgin eyes!"

And so continues the life of Light Yagami.

Man. I really wish I was someone else.