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.