It's happened again. Every now and then I swing by eBay to check and see if something obscure and/or from Japan that I want is available. Usually it's not, and most of the time when it is it's too expensive for me to even consider purchasing unless I really really desire it (oh, how I lusted after that Turtle Saint action figure -- don't laugh; that thing is beautiful), but occasionally I find the object of my affections for sale and at a price I can afford. But that's never the only thing I find, because then I decide to check for something else that has eluded me in the past. (more...)

So. Several things have changed in the week or so it's been since my last post that wasn't primarily a Scary-Crayon notice. (By the way, the one-year anniversary is tomorrow! STAY TUNED!) Wednesday was my last official day of work at the community college, so now I'm back down to one part-time job for the time being. Mixed feelings about that -- yeah, I did like a few of the people with whom I worked there, and the job certainly paid more than the bookstore job (and was a little less infuriating, in part for that reason), but at the same time I can use the extra time I'll have to start getting some things in order. Not having to wake up at 5AM or ride public transportation will be nice too. So yeah, I'll have less money (a lot less money, actually) but more time to relax. (more...)

So I said to my highly attractive co-worker, "Yeah, I think I'd like to be cremated too. I don't know about having my ashes spread over green fields and the ocean and whatnot, though. I think I'd rather be kept in an urn or something, but with a curse put on it so that I could return if certain conditions were fulfilled. For instance: If it snowed on two dragonflies mating in a bush, I could come back and do, uh, nasty things to people."

I presently have the urge to cut myself to ribbons, get drunk, smash up a bunch of glass and shit, and shave off my hair and eyebrows. And then pass out. Someone please rescue me from my life. Thanks.

Given the current state of my life, I'm leaning towards mylifesucks.com or whygodwhydoyouhateme.com for the personal domain name. Actually, I'm surprised nobody's taken that first one. Maybe they were saving it for me? Because my life really does suck. Fucking hell. (more...)