I started a new job yesterday. I am a little excited about it, but mostly apprehensive. I won't know for sure how I feel until a few months down the road.

I also purged my ridiculous collection of roughly 1000 photos of familiars down to around 200 . . . still getting rid of more. I hoard pictures of people like old women hoard cockroach-infested tupperware. Trying to let go of things in a more physical way.

I'm hoping to make a spa playlist today (very boring music but I'm going to squeak some Final Fantasy stuff in there + a few Mario 64 tunes), maybe start a painting (with my scores more talented sister's help), and clean the cat's barf up from off the floor. Thanks, Kilo.

helmet

 

You can't get too invested in fish as pets; you know they're probably going to die within the year. 

When I was younger, my family had three Bettas (Aqua, JAT/Jade Azure Teal and Astro). They all lived in different bowls, obviously. Bettas are pretty tough and 'thrive on neglect' so I decided to get another one in 2011.

I mostly bought Helmet for the novelty of putting him/any fish in my empty Crystal Skull vodka bottle. It didn't take long for me to decide that that was too small of a space for him, even compared to the crappy cup he'd be living in before, so I begged my friend for her old tank. (That tank broke, and then I had to trade up for another one, which also broke . . . )

Helmet was very passive, he never 'flared up' at me or even himself in a mirror. I would talk to him when I woke up or came home from school, and he would always swim over to where I was waggling my finger and 'glub' (blow bubbles haha) at me. I was pretty sad when he died. Sometimes I have dreams and he makes a cameo. I loved you, Helmet! You were a great fish!

 A thousand times better than stupid fucking Toki, that's for sure.

All he ever did was hide in/behind the skull.

i actually like no seatbelt song though

A couple months ago Zack had some guys over, they were friends of an acquaintance. They were playing some pool and drinking some beers and doing generic man stuff. Trying to be accomadating, Zack asked them what they wanted to listen to.

One of them was kind of a hipster-skateboarder-alcoholic dinkus type, and he responded in this way that struck me as strangely snotty, "Brand New." Something about it was so off-putting. He said it like it was the only logical thing there was to listen to.

"We don't have any Brand New." I was strangely gleeful to report.(I don't think Zack even knows who they are.) "We [Zack] listen to [underground] rap in this house."

The lesson of today is . . . don't be an hipster-skateboarder-alcoholic dinkus.

the cellular device life 2012-2013

 I actually like the crappy quality that is cell phone pictures.

 

The DNA sharers taken by Winston.

 The bizarre =| bruise.

 I was so sick. Those were full of snot, not semen.

That was mint gum. Not an Ecstasy . . . tab or whatever they're called. I feel like I have to do a lot of clarifying here.

Lady drink.

This wasn't actually blood but I like to pretend it was.

 Mufasa in the pineapple.

 

 This was a joke hickey. No sensuality involved. Unfortunately everyone who gazed upon it thought it was the real deal. 

Nobody over the age of 15 should give hickeys. It's so dirty looking and immature. It just strikes me as showing your insecurity in a relationship, it's just marking your territory; a semi-socially form of pissing all over someone.

  

More of me being sick. These were from a year earlier though.

the dhan. the myth.

Dhan is a beautiful woman who was bestowed upon us in the winter of 2004.

Back then she was so small she could easily fit in your hand. My sister took her everywhere (the doctor's office, the mall, even the Christmas eve service at our parents' church). Dhan got upset being in the car and would mew constantly, I found that the only way to stop her was to put her on your shoulder and bounce her like a baby. She is reportedly treated more like a spoiled infant than a cat. She will never do jack shit for treats (including take it from your hand), enjoys loud and random squawking, NOT eating her food on the floor with other cats (thank you very much!), sitting in her own chair during dinner, men, squinting (especially with one eye), making terrible faces in photos, and just in general doing whatever the hell she wants.