You Stood Me Up.

Call me, then stand me up. It takes a real Zombie to know what a woman likes, and fuck you asshole.

Zombie wins. You don't.

And I would still like to kiss him again!

I want to kiss you again.

Curse that time is too short,
Life is far too long,
That Partner in Crime turned gay,
That I was saddled by Ennui,
And I'm still not sure
How to read you yet.
That challenge, sweet challenge.
I make people laugh
Because I make myself laugh.
Infinite Laughter is better
Than Infinite Tears,
And those have been shed enough.
I wander around, secretly hoping
That I find my lifelong cellmate,
Who knows that my injuries
Are just Flesh Wounds,
That Life is Adventure,
To Live is to tell another Story,
And that I firmly believe
That a beer or a hot shower
Will cure what ails you.

After all of that, I still want to kiss you again.

This is full of awesome:

I will just say, that I had the best Saturday/Saturday night ever. Really, I did. Even though the film shoot was a lot of waiting around, I got to talk to a bunch of people. It was so much fun.

Who knew that being a zombie was such fucking fun? I didn't know!

Christ, I don't think I can go out drinking again, ever. I don't think I'll have another exceptionally awesome night like that ever again. Now it's just gonna seem damn boring from now on, until I go to Seattle. And then, well, then nothing will be cool.

Dear Local Grocery Store,

Do you pay the advertising people a lot of money? You might want to rethink that. Because I didn't need to see the word "Porkfest!" on the circular. It does not make me think of food.

Please don't do that again.

Sincerely,
Me

I'm quite sure my downstairs neighbor hates me.

What with all of the fucking music I've been listening to all week. I'm now up to 3400 songs or thereabouts. I can't help it though...music is my friend, has always been there for me when the times were good and when the times were bad. I won't say it's a non-judgemental friend, because music can be downright catty ("Will your lawyer talk to God?"). But still, it's there, and will always be there, no matter the time, place, circumstances.

I guess, if you're going to do anything, you might as well collect barf bags and create an online gallery of them.

I forgot I had this picture:

Heheh:

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In honor of Saturday.

A Debate With Myself.

Do I tell you that when I was walking up to your house, the first thing I thought was, "Who the hell is that sexy guy in glasses...HOLY SHIT, IT'S YOU!"

Because I thought you were far sexier in your glasses. HOTT, baby, with TWO TTs.

Instead, I remarked upon the fact that you live in the Unfortunate Land of Unfortunate One Ways. Because I'm probably far geekier than you, and I can't let you know that OMFG, GLASSES HOT!

On third thought, I think I will keep that to myself.

We have to
Succumb to
The feelings
we can never face
I need you
I breathe you
I can't go through this all again

I think I'm gonna call him, but when I actually have time. And yes, it kinda feeds into the Really Stupid Thing that happened last night. I don't regret it, but still, I wish it hadn't happened, because I broke one of the fundamental rules that I made for myself, and that's not cool.

Of course, I have a habit of being far too hard on myself than other people are on me. But yeah, when you start breaking the rules that you made for yourself, it's time to re-examine exactly what's going on.

Although I'm really enjoying calling myself "The Neighborhood Whore". In fact, I'm laughing my ass off just typing it. "Hi, I'm The Neighborhood Whore, what are you into?" (Seriously, I should not be laughing at this, but I am!) Good times, good times.

So I did something entirely stupid.

You know, one of those things where you cringe thinking about it.

Where it's a dumb idea, you know it's a dumb idea, and yet you still go through with it.

I can't wait for Seattle...four more weeks.

I suppose I could look up the score on the football game. But I won't, because I don't care enough to look.

But the yelling and groaning going on over the whole neighborhood is either a good thing or a bad thing.

Hopefully, I get to be a zombie two weeks from now. Which will be awesome. Zombie!

I have had this weird compulsion to be a zombie for a while. And it just so happens that my friend's band is doing a video, and they are in need of bodies for zombification. So I volunteered to be a zombie.

There's something totally awesome in listening to an American musical about a Paris opera house in the German language.

Plus, the German singers sound like they're familiar with opera, and not just a musical. Which makes the version so much better.