i managed to make it to 3000! holy shit. 3000 people have read this stupid blog. wow.
i almost feel humble... or something.
i have a lot of backlog to add to this thing, but i have to admit i've been busier than a fucking cat in a blender.
but i will definately get something up soon.
in other thoughts, i managed to get all the found magazines, and now i can enjoy my vicarious pleasures in private. i even found some letters to submit. it's nice to think that i can in some small way contribute to the cause.
i also decided to indulge my... whims a bit more and bought a whole shitload of 80s music- duran duran (i could no longer resist), gary neuman, some more depeche mode (i love my mode. :D ) and even some bowie!
so i'm gonna be rockin my non-existant ass off shortly!
oh i can't wait to get my neuman cd...

i've been trying to push white rose movement on people because i seriously like this band. i want them to make it out of europe so badly it drives me crazy.
i especially can't wait for the new album they're working on to come out. i guess in leiu of having time for an actual hobby i just fall back on wasting time and money furthering my music collection.
i know what you're thinking- why the fuck do you buy cds, right?
i just like having the whole package and the backup in case i lose all my digital files. it happens. that and there's just somethign about holding somethign real in your hands and knowing it's yours.
unfortunately it is rapidly eating up room. oh well. lol

i went to another party with mr. cookie. that didn't end up as well as i had hoped it would- we went to a dingy little flat where the walls were streaked in all manner of colours and the place was a total fucking dump. trash covered the floors and crowded up in the corners. there was more outside too. i immediately regretted coming as soon as i saw the place, but when you're already there, what good does it do to back out?
but i decided to try it out and floated around talking to the other people, but when i saw my host i stopped in shock. the dude was dirty. seriously yo. but i decided to be nice and make conversation about his hair, which was dyed kool aid purple and turquoise and held up stiff above his head.
"what did you use on your hair, glue, wax, hairspray?"
"nope, it's pure hair grease. i haven't washed my hair in more than a month."
this was beyond my range of experience. ew. but i was rather curious...
"do you want to touch it?"
frankly, no. but my curiosity outweighed my disgust.
i reached hesitantly out and grabbed a little chunk and rolled it between my fingers. it was suprisingly not greasy and quite soft.
i did my best not to wipe my fingers off on my pants. my body had a date with a bleach bottle as it was.
thankfully we left soon after, but i definately will think twice before i go to that house again.
i'm cringing thinking about it even now.

but at least i made it out of the house. can't complain about that. :)