No Pants, Please.

So I have…. thirty minutes to nap before I spend, like, three+ hours watching the Aussie Open men’s final because I’m a hardcore Rafa Nadal fan.

Should I actually sleep them, or just stay up all night? This is the question I’ve basically been asking myself for the last two weeks during this tournament.

But it’s never been a question, really.

That said.

GUESS WHO HASN’T SLEPT MORE THAN 4 HOURS EVERY NIGHT THIS PAST WEEK?

There is currently cat butt on my keyboard.

After she ambushed my chair from behind, pawed gently at my back as if she needed to let me know it was only her, she then decided to jump onto my desk and sit squarely on my laptop as if that’s where I wanted her to be. She’s staring at me and licking her paws.

Smug punk.

FYI

Tonight, I’m heading down to Orlando, Mom’s homeland, for the weekend… My birthday’s Sunday, and this is her birthday gift to me <3

I’ll be gone until Monday afternoon, so please don’t think I’m not answering your questions and/or ignoring you over the next few days.

I would never dare.

Take care, everyone.

Why did I read all of Spider-Man: Blue just now?

I’m supposed to be going on a date.

Godfuckingdamnit.

Sometimes I look at my drafts and I’m like, “What the hell? THERE ARE 15 THINGS IN YOUR DRAFTS, self. What the fuck is your deal?”

And then I realize they’re there because I should never post that shit on the internet.

Ever.

(And then I laugh a long time at the possibility that I would even consider it.)

Now seems as good as any time

Followers.

Anonoymous or known:

Thank you sincerely for being so caring: for liking my comics posts, or for liking my (seeming but totally true-to-my-personality) “random” post about cartoons or TV or other “random shit.”

I understand that, though: I prowl Tumblr predominately for comics friends, since only my sister counts as my *comics* friend in real life. I lack this in everyday life, and I therefore seek it in my everyday life online.

However, you have served as MUCH more than that to me lately, and I want you to know it:

About to party with some total English nerds (my friends, haha)

Our prof is paying for ALL of our drinks, according to him, but I still wonder if he expects that we’ll be courteous and order on-draft and sparingly.

I mean, I honestly don’t know what to expect. Back when he hatched this ABSURDLY AWESOME plan, this was my thought process:

I was done with Tumblr and with text posts.

But.

The Nightmare Before Christmas is on out of nowhere, and I amazed some people with how I still remember every word of the opening (“This Is Halloween”). And then with my remembering all of “Jack’s Lament.” And “Sally’s Song.” Etc.

Maybe you get it.

Hmm, yes. This was a post. About the poignancy of my childhood memories, I suppose.

I loved that movie so ardently back in the day.

And—cutely—my dog apparently loved how enthusiastically I randomly sang the songs tonight because she caught on to my pleasure at hearing them all again. My smile and loud serenading, in fact, made her think that I should play ball with her while I continued with my happy singing, and then she sat on my chest once she was too tired to move anymore. And then she wanted me to sing excitedly some more in compensation for her inability to play more ball.

And, of course, scratch her back to make the exhaustion go away more pleasantly.

….

Why am I still typing?

So, this whole “iPod shuffling” thang that I’ve been doing since that ASKs meme earlier has been working out beautifully. Fabulous decision.

And The Shade mini is good *even* in the second issue, much to my shameful chagrin.

But seriously.

It’s a recent Robinson work that’s… actually worth reading.

How about that? AND FROM MY OWN MOUTH.

OK, I’m out.

Because this blogs needs another text post today.

But yeah, it’s Friday night fun, and I’m being requested… as much as I’d love to slink around Tumblr on a weekend. Seriously. You guys rock, which is why I’m delaying going in the first place :D

And in terms of my friends… I like to think that I bring the “fun” part to Friday-night-hanging-out when the guys (my friends who are male + my boyfriend, mind you) start texting me and asking “where the fuck” I’m at. The activity is my playing Super Smash Bros. with them and being the fucking competition that they previously lacked, so don’t think this is *that* kind of post. Ha, fucking no. I’m just not too shabby at all at my Nintendo games, and they know it. Time to kick some ass. While drinking alcohol.

Point?

I love you all, and although my morning will be occupied with a conference paper, I look forward to Saturday night. There will be much Tumbling, and hopefully, I’ll get to work on that blog I made for the excellently flawless Evelyn Crawford.

I love you all.

<3 <3 <3