The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

I've discovered that if I ever want to immediately distract Erik from whatever it is he's talking about, all I have to do is put in the Utena OST and turn the volume up a bit.

There's some psychology in there somewhere, I'm sure.

Phase 12 of PLANETES is officially the funniest 25 minutes ever. Combine that with the emotion of Phase 10, and this might just force it's way onto my top 10 list.

It's even funnier for me to use this particular icon, all things considered.

*cries*

Why do all the things I want have to be so expensive, and so hard to obtain? [/rhetorical]

Why is my life so fucking determined to be as difficult as possible? Why are my wants and desires (my real ones, the ones I don't tend to talk about, not the pissy little nothing things I usually talk about) treated as nothing? Am I so meaningless, so worthless?

Pondering driving to Virginia Beach tonight. I've got a three day weekend, but I'd have to face Memorial Day traffic. On the other hand, by staying home I have to face other things that I don't know if I can handle right at the moment.

I think I'm going to go walk. I don't know where, but that's the only way I can think of to clear my head.