Why isn't 'Batgirl' a valid career choice?

So, I'm in the new apartment.  However, new apartment doesn't have internet yet (I'm updating from work and will hopefully have 'net installed at my place by this weekend.)

I love the new place.  Pictures will be up once furniture is where it needs to be.

Also, possibly pictures of me in a tinfoil hat.

Why did I not know the magic of green tea frappuchinos before now?  Why have you been holding out on me?  Why?  HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????

Also?  Pineapple Mango Emapandas are fucking ambrosia.

On a side note, I still need to get to work on that tinfoil hat to keep Fall Out Boy from getting into my brain.  It's for their own good, really.  I think it would only be fitting if I draw a Bartskull on it, don't you think?

This is still one of my favorite books.  And I'm sucker for anniversary editions.  From what I've seen the illustrations are awesome.

I build everything in words and tears and contact
There’s no word for the favor you haven't repaid
I'm just like every other heartbreak in the world.
you revel in it because heartbreak is your business
you collect payment in voices singing your praises
I’d sooner pay you in silver.

I want to break something, hurt something, twist something
until it resembles me and then I can hate it the way I hate myself
Words of endearment words of enslavement
power of words have I over thee
Not much power, then, not many words
The literary bullets in my brain are shooting blanks

These words are all I have to offer
the only real part of me that anyone could love
I've lived enough of life to know this isn't living
just waiting for life to find me
give me a place-time to let me be
Whisper words of wisdom, let me be.

Just to see what's inside
and why the only ones that see it
are the ones I'd rather die
than spend a minute of my time with.
At least it's some sensation
no one else worthy will provide
wasn't asking for eternity
just fifteen minutes of his time.
Commitment bleeds me dry
my patience is wearing thin
World's made it very clear to me
it's not going to be him.
The concerned have made note of
how I'm jaded and I'm down
walked straight ahead and got lost
now I'm dizzy but I'm found.
Raise the knife and slice
'til all the doubt has gone away
I'd rather love my fingers
than settle any day.
Call yourself a nice boy
say I'm beautiful inside
he said he never would
but he knew how much I've died.
So if I'm bleeding on the outside
because I'm bleeding from within
the moral of this story girls
is that quitters never win.

You were very sweet in my dream last night.  It's been awhile since you visited.

I would have stayed home to hang with you today, but, you know, you weren't really there. 

We should really meet at some point.  I'm hoping you're like you were last night.

Okay spring, let's try this again and get it right this time.

I'm a brunette again.

Verse does me no good.

Prose does me no good.

And I'm sick and tired of waiting by the phone.

I'm not good with these games I haven't had enough practice

I'm redshirted and I'm not ready.

I'd someday like to be told I'm a human adrenaline rush.

Little girl's got two smiles
one for everyone else
one for the mirror and herself
if you can tell which one she uses in the bedroom
you're one of the lucky few.
Little girl's got two addictions
one happens to be velocity
the other is for the bassline she's got pumping through her veins.
And you can't catch her, can't catch her
Though you try again and again and against.
Let her go, let her go
she's not meant to be yours
and little boy that's the girl you'll never be ready for.

(A conversation which took place at one of the two cupcake bakeries in Pittsburgh last night.)

me: Look, fear leads to anger, anger leads to hatred, hatred leads to the dark side.

Flair: OOOOOH!

me: No!  No!  Let me remind you...*points to Flair* Jedi.  *points to self* Sith.  *points to Flair* Jedi.  *points to self* Sith.  *points to Josie* smuggler with a price on her head.

Flair: She's Jango Fett?

me: No, she's our fucking Han Solo.

Flair: Oh!  Right!  *to Josie* You shoot first!

It's amazing how it brings me



down
when the weather does shit like this.  80 degree on Tuesday, snowing yesterday, snowing more today.  Bullshit weather.  Give me back the sun so my skin knows it's alive and stop the


numbing.

Observe my latest work: sad emo kid in snow:

       

                                                                    //_;

There's a flash of red in the garage
reminding me that the snow hasn't gone for good.
There's a storm brewing on the horizon
Hold back the front
unleash the tides
Give me something to hope for
when the ill wind returns.
I had just remembered the sun.