(cast and about me have been updated, with many more fascinating and rad people in my cast!!)

i put up a new picture of myself on okcupid, which isn't the greatest picture ever but it shows my new goth/emo/rock hairstyle. (this link may or may not work for you.) and i got messaged by a helluva lot of weird people.

Gentleman A: a dyslexic redheaded british hippie guy with facial hair, so seemed okay, i guess, but facial hair? i can't deal with that. and he was wearing a weird hat, like a fisherman's hat, and he mentioned that he is always wearing his hat. hm.

Gentleman B: a large man from ames, iowa (what's the deal?!) whose name is "maleangel4u" and is of course, a sci fi fan. but i guess i asked for that, being that i specified "nerds only" in my profile. and c'mon. i'm nerdy. and obviously i like that. which reminds me, i need to read those comics that mike lent me.

Gentleman C: a boy who looks freakishly like a young, attractive willem dafoe, who was looking alright until the things he couldn't do without included #1. the Counting Crows and #3. Girls who take drugs. well, i guess we can't be friends. but i have a special attachment to willem dafoe, ever since mike and his friends were trying to come up with his name by listing a bunch of movies i haven't seen, and i got it anyways, WHILE DRUNK. a fine moment in a mexican restaurant at 1 am.

so. i attract weird people. there have been stranger ones in the past. a guy who asked me to pose for him in his "adult photography studio" in minneapolis, and an overweight 30-is divorced guy with a child who wanted to date me because we both liked anime. being a person who has never really dated guys and NEVER gets hit on by dudes (i mean, i lived with misty, who recently fought with me in the grocery store over whether a guy said hi to her, or both of us), this is all really weird to me. and that guy in the grocery store was NOT cute, he was wearing sweatpants, and he walked past us in the pet food aisle and said "hi." that's all. and misty was like "that dude just said hi to me," and i was like, "actually i think he said hi to both of us," and y'know, she could have just dropped it since i was having kind of a bad day, having just been to planned parenthood and worried that i was FUCKING PREGNANT. but no, she fucking insisted that this ugly dude in sweatpants said hi to *only her*. because heaven fucking forbid a guy says hello to me. gosh.

dude, has anyone seen napolean dynamite?!?! aside from OTB, who fucking IS that movie. if you haven't see it, you fucking HAVE TO. and i'm not just saying that. it's the funniest movie i've ever seen in the theater. it's just amazing. "i caught you a delicious bass." i AM that girl with the side ponytail. it caused mike and i to talk a lot about how if we had gone to high school together, we would have been friends. cute nerdy friends. did you know mike was really short in high school? i think he was like 5'2" when he started 9th grade. aww. so cute! he must have been so small. i would have wanted him so bad.

hey, this one time in 8th grade, we were squaredancing in gym, and jen was dancing with a really short guy, and when he tried to spin her under his arm she had to duck down to get under it, and she fell down.

integra ran around my desk last night with one of my decoupage brushes in her mouth, just crazy trying to find a place to stash this wonderful treasure. i LOVE rats. they are fantastic creatures. i've had lots of pets in my life, but i don't think i've ever loved a pet as much as i love integra. and i've never had a pet that i've felt loved me or needed me as much. i guess mostly since i'm used to having cats who don't really give a shit about you. mike doesn't like cats, which really bothered me at first, but now i kind of get it. i'm still definately a cat person, but having a rat definately lowers my opinion of them. i mean, rats sit on your shoulder and put their nose in your ear because they love you! aww!

there are three different aspects of media that all encapsulate the same exact wonderful amazing hilariousness:

1) Film: 'Napolean Dynamite.'

2) Music: "Shine" by Mr. Big, end theme for Hellsing.

3. Photography: a picture of Leonardo DiCaprio at a Lakers game where he looks absolutely retarded. like, he ought to be wearing a helmet. damn, is that boy excited. i really wish i could put it up here. ask me for it and i will email it to you, and it will bring you endless pleasure, i swear.

oh, Mr. Big.

i want you to SHIIIIIINE down on me

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