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Sometimes pictures are much easier than words.

This carrot is dirty. Yes, in a sexy way.

And how am I supposed to cut the zip ties if I have no knife with which to do it?

Green tea and azuki bean ice cream. Yes, ice cream made from tea and beans. Win.

So, tea tree oil. It stinks. Holy jesus, does it stink. I had to open my bathroom door for fear of asphyxiation last night. My eyes watered. And I only used two little drops.

I’ve started using the stuff on my hands and feet to help with my skin. I have a yeast overgrowth (but not the vagina kind, phew) and screws with my hands the most. I get killer hives when I eat too much sugar, and after they go away I’m left with really rough, patchy skin. I have not found the hand lotion that could conquer it yet, so I figured I’d give tea tree oil a shot. It’s supposed to be the end-all, be-all for battling Candida symptoms - rashes, fungus nastiness, etc - and I think that’s the problem with my hands.

Yeah, it’s nasty. Yeah, I should see a real doctor instead of trying to be a dirty hippie, but yeah, I’m lazy. If I wake up one day and my hands are sprouting mushrooms, I’ll get the hint.

But for now, stinky tea tree oil. My hands smell like wood (but not the penis kind, aww)

But my roommate did. *heave*

You ever just have one of those days?

Yeah, me too.

I hate daylight savings time.

Let me just say that, first off, I love L’Arc~en~Ciel. I think they’re a brilliant band with amazing talent, charisma, and phenomenal adaptability and staying power. One of their newer singles, ‘Daybreak’s Bell’, is one of the most well-composed and well-executed pieces of music I have heard in a long time. And thanks to Flash, you can listen too!
But guys: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

It’s killing me with the lulz.

However, the ending brings up a very important social issue regarding the little blond-haired, blue-eyed, Anglo boy. What are you trying to say, Hyde? That Christmas is only for whitey? That Japanese children don’t deserve Christmas? Why, because Japan isn’t Christian? ARE YOU SETTING YOUR PEOPLE BACK A CENTURY?

…

Or, he could just like the little white boys. Either way.

Hurry Xmas. Killing with the lulz. Enjoy.

I feel like Pearl Jam.

I have this deep abiding rage for Ticketmaster burning through my veins. I mean, I know I’m only a lowly consumer, and what the hell do I know about profit and taxation and anal rape without lubrication (quite a bit, now, thanks Ticketmaster!), but seriously; service charges and taxes that come out to equal more than the price of one ticket… that’s just insane. That’s seriously insane.

I bought two tickets to the Gaelic Storm show at the Thousand Oaks Civic Arts Plaza for their charity show. Balcony seats, because a) I’m a cheapskate, and b) Front row balcony ensures the lack of tall-guy-wearing-a-hat-sitting-in-front-of-us disease. I’m apt to catching it at every performance I go to.

So, balcony seats. $25.00 a pop. I’m buying two. I am aware of the fact that Ticketmaster is a sadistic master who enjoys pain without pleasure, but I never thought he was this cruel.

Tickets (2) = $50

Plus:

An extra $13.20 each for service charges, tax, processing fees, and pointless crap. So, for all intents and purposes I just purchased three tickets, with $1.40 left over.

$76.40 for two balcony seats. Just imagine what would have happened if I’d gone mezzanine like I was thinking. I wouldn’t have been able to eat for a flippin’ week.

Collie’s Hypothetical Guide to a Successful and Fun Halloween:

• Take the day after Halloween off of work so that you might party all night like you are ten years younger than you actually are

• Make sure your costume is just the right combination of scary, sexy, and cute
• Drink Halloween-ish drinks like the Widow’s Kiss or a Bubbling Cauldron or something equally as vile
• Get hammered and flirt too much, piss off some people, get into a hair-pulling fight, and get kicked out of whatever club/party you are attending
• Decide that even though you’re 28, you want to go trick-or-treating
• Realize it’s 1:15a
• GO ANYWAY
• Avoid police
• Allow your friends to talk you into going home, instead of standing on the front lawn of the asshole that wouldn’t give you candy, singing loudly about his small penis
• Go home and pass out

What Collie Had Planned to Do on Halloween

• Go out for Pho

• See 30 days of Night Both plans got nixed
• Buy el cheapo bag of candy on way home from work
• Stop by parent’s house to pick up more candy
• Mock sister for buying a turtle costume for a two month old baby, because of course she’s not going to want to wear it
• Listen to guilt trip about how I never stop by to see my niece
• Sneak out
• Go home and make beef stew
• Watch Halloween episodes of all TV shows I have on DVD (Dead Like Me, My So-Called Life, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, etc.)
• Fail at having a social life

What Collie Actually Ended Up Doing on Halloween

• Getting her period so not going to parent’s house

• Eating too much chocolate
• Having two packages of instant rice noodle soup for dinner
• Organizing iTunes music folder
• Smoking too much on the balcony with Roommate!Jason and Boyfriend!Jesse
• Fangirling over the fact that I got my Rentrer en Soi teeshirt and autographed CD in the mail
• Failing at having a social life

Hey, at least I adhered to one of my plans. And hey, I didn’t feel bad about not getting any candy since, well, NO TRICK-OR-TREATERS. Not a single one. None. Zero. Double-plus-un-trick-or-treaters. It was sad.

Well, regardless, here; have a pimpkin.

My sister, Sarah, had her baby!

Logan 진주 Wells

진주 = Jin Ju = ‘Pearl’ in Korean.

Our grandmother’s name was Pearl. When she passed away my sister decided that she wanted to name her daughter after her. My sister’s baby’s daddy is half Korean, so as a compromise, his mother gave her a Korean middle name; the name Sarah wanted.

I think it’s incredibly lovely.

Welcome to the world, Logan.

Logan. Yeah, I don’t get it, either. Maybe she’ll grow Wolverine claws as she gets older. Don’t ask me.

Yeah, that’s right. I went there.

I may or may not have accidentally set my sleeve on fire while I was outside having a cigarette.

But don’t worry - I’m fine. The lint flare-up saved my arm. Phew.

My left sleeve smells really bad now.