juicy dangler

oh shit, it's the future. for a second there, I almost was up keeping a blog! I guess I'm ok with saying the word 'blog' now, although I don't have much thoughts about it.

I've been invaded by british things and I must say I quite like it. watching lots of my new parallel hero Vince Noir in the weirdest/funniest show I've seen in some time: the Mighty Boosh. get stuffed, ya berk. I can hear it in my head, the accents. Also, reading a lot of proper yet smutty Holmes/Watson fic, which is rather a delight, I must say. oh god, I can't stop.

In other news, there isn't much. I read my horoscope for the year (although I don't follow that stuff, I just look for signs when I need em, in whatever form they are) and it said I'd be better financially, as last year was a complete wreck. this sounded promising although what proof besides "leo orbiting into saturn" does that even mean. especially since I quit my 2nd job. now I'm back to sleeping in and napping too much. I want a second job I actually like and I can use some creativity instead of surfing the internet for 7 hours out of 8 in the day. I do enough of that at home. speaking of which, I should try to be at that less.

I have this great idea where I allow myself to dress up and be seen and make acquaintances. but then the other half just doesn't giiivvvee aaaa shiiiitttt. I work in customer service, and I hate meeting 98% of those people. I wish just people I liked and thought were cool and smart and fashionable would all flock to me like some unspoken club of awesome.

what can I do that doesn't require a lot of work to not do a lot of work and get everything I want out of life. is the secret inventing the secret and selling it to people who ask this question like myself? oh shit I figured out the real secret.

also, I'm not going to capitalize still, but I was tempted, briefly.

spy coins

I'm going crazy. my upstairs neighbors are the worst. although I can't decide if the guy before--who played "alt" country super loud and had the laugh of a retarded Dracula--was worse. I've already spoke to them once (at 3 am) and they seemed sorry at the time. or high. almost EVERY night they are up till 2 CONSTANTLY MOVING. every floorboard squeeks. that I know they can't help, but can't they just sit down and watch a movie instead of relay racing above my bedroom at all hours? I think what annoys me most is that I don't know what they're doing. one time it sounded like they were having an art gallery showing. who nails things up at midnight? is this their first apartment of all time? that's the problem with everyone in the world - completely oblivious. I'm going to go ahead and brag about how considerate I am of my downstairs neighbors. every time I walk around, I'm aware of the noise I'm making, especially past a certain time. I think my upstairs neighbors were playing beer pong the other night. imagine a pong ball falling constantly right above your head on an echoey wood floor. I wish murder wasn't a punishable crime.

4 nights of listening to wind and rain are over from ocean shores and now I'm jump starting into 60 hour work weeks all through December. I have mentally prepared myself. I am looking forward to the monies, and getting through the challenge of not being able to be lazy. I can't even begin to complain, especially after just seeing Precious.

which reminds me, yes I hate my noisy constantly-on-the-move upstairs neighbors, but at least I didn't just give birth to my 2nd kid from being raped by my dad at 16 and not knowing how to read. inconsiderate neighbors are a blessing in the comparison to Precious.

Grund Skyer

last week we had roomie fort night. in no particular order we ate pizza, ice cream, drank, watched Black Spring Break: the movie as well as the better of the two: Who's the Man? and played mario kart/attempted gauntlet legends. all in all, a pretty solid night with the ashleys. ashlies? how do you plural my two roommates with the same name? the fort was pretty epic, but I bet fort 2.0 will work out all the kinks of alpha fort.

I was putting away movies at work the other night and out of the corner of my eye I saw some dude dressed in nearly the exact outfit I used to wear all the time when I was 16. was I eight years ahead of the curve for men's wear? or was that guy behind in girl's high school fashion? paradox?

In the meantime, I have started (and can't stop) watching the anime Boys Over Flowers, which I have stupidly been scoffing at all these years. the Korean Drama (they know their drama) based on the series is coming out next week at work, so I thought I should see what this hub-bub was all about. FAN-TASTIC! a quiet but high-spirited girl stands up against the rich mean (good-looking) popular guy bullies at her school... then a love triangle ensues. I love when enemies fall in love, it's my favorite kind of romance. I wrote a blog piece at scarecrow about how insanely popular this series is. I also picked up a phenomenal new manga involving a girl who wants to be a model but she has a creepy smile that makes everyone think she's a criminal and--by ways of quirky fate--gets stuck with the most popular model..... WHO IS ACTUALLY A BOY pretending to be a GIRL! at one point they have to share a hotel room together! it's as if I wrote this myself when I was 14. damn I love that shit.

In more meantime (I seem to have a lot of this lately) I sort-of accidentally started "stumbling upon" sanjixzoro doujinshi again. I am a nerdy perv, and now the whole internet knows this.