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A gentle touch speaks volumes. Especially when it’s your uncle.

Exercise your heart today. Just accept that it’ll never be strong enough to end the pain.

There’s a bag of Dove Heart Promises in the house, little heart shaped dark chocolate candies.

One, I’m not sure why anyone buys candy from a soap company. They’re about as good as one would expect given that origin.

Second, they have little…”inspirational” reflections on the inside of the wrapper. I know that’s a big thing these days, companies just love that since Sobe made a thing of it, but these seem a little less inspiration. If I may share a few and what they actually make people think about:

“Remember your first crush.” And then think about how they fed you a line of bullshit before ignoring you for a friend or using you.

“How much can your heart hold?” And ask yourself why doesn’t anyone’s heart have room for YOU?

“Be your own Valentine.” Because nobody else is going to do it, you sad old cow.

I don’t know what to blame it on, but in Phoenix, it is NUTSHIT out today. In my 35 minutes I spent on the road today I witnessed or was involved in some 6 near wrecks. That’s just over one every six minutes. Sudden lane changes without looking being the cause of all that I can think of, actually. Two in a one mile stretch, even, of someone just suddenly merging into another lane, where there happens to be another car already. Not even in a blind spot, directly beside. They’d been running parallel in both cases.

I don’t know what’s with everyone today. It was this bad at 3pm, it was this bad at 4 pm, 6 pm, 2 am.

I’m just going to blame it on the solar flare. I’m not sure there’s any veracity to the concept, but maybe the extra dose of solar radiation fried our primate brains, reverting us into psychotic apes. The constant horn blaring and angry gesticulation I saw today would certainly support that idea, or at least the results of it.

Naturally, the bigger question…if it IS the solar flare, how long does this effect last?

I derped hard. I lost the saucer I’d put my steak on after noticing the oven was on. I set it down and went to go check if there was a reason. There wasn’t. I went back in and gone. I looked in the living room. The bar. Nothing. My room was considered, but I was holding my fork and knife. I’d not been back there, having just typed an email to my professor before getting dinner. And I was still holding my fork and knife.

Did I mention that my oven is a microwave combo unit before? I sure didn’t think about that. I even checked in the oven…just not the microwave about it. The one I put my food in to reheat.

Derp.

But I did play two hours of Marvel vs. Capcom 3 before hauling my ass to Mesa, Arizona. And then a good six more now that I’ve been home.

Totally worth it, but uh…what the hell happened to the story mode, guys? There were a lot of things promised that aren’t there, and I don’t think it was just Capcom’s reps going Molyneux. I’m curious just what happened to get story mode left out, and the apparent events that are supposed to be in there according to the titles.

Strange. Very strange. Or I can just be cynical and say “omg Capcom is trying to get DLC money from us, rar!”

Okay, gas is too high again. I just ran some fucks away from my car via the power of big steel maglight. Here’s a hint, dipshit siphoners, don’t stand and argue with each other while you complain that you can’t get the cap off the tank. Shit, I’m pissed. I’m starting to think gas theft is going to become a hanging offense soon. Lifetime in jail, no probation. It’s the equivalent of horse thievin’ in that it’s prone to stranding you, but also MORE expensive than buying a new horse.

Also really, really angering. I sincerely want to beat those two. I’ve got the image of the tall blonde woman in her best “suburban mom” disguise and her “non-threatening braids” black male partner in his tank top MEMORIZED. If gas gets any higher we’re going to treat siphoners like child molesters, assaulting them on sight or even suspicion!

I’ve begun to think my constant cleaning is just so I don’t think about Marvel vs. Capcom 3. My desire to actually go to class Tuesday, much less go to bed on time for my test Wednesday, just keeps on slipping.

Tomorrow, at least, I can distract myself for a little while with the Gra-wait. Bieber’s a big thing tomorrow isn’t he? And so is Katy Perry.

Fuck the Grammys, I’m just going to do my homework early apparently. Not like I’ve much cleaning left to do anyway, but probably a ton of philosophy classwork to read and a few paragraphs of fluff articles to write anyway. Might as well get those done before I never do anything ever again in my life thanks to the power of ridiculously awesome videogame crossovers, right?

Yeah, we both know I’m full of shit and probably won’t get anything done until the last minute as always, but I’m allowed to dream.

Tired.

Sore.

Allergied up.

But I’ve reached some 33% of what needs cleaned. And I just realized I have a bunch of things in the fridge dated for today. Guess I’d better cook those.

This whole “trying to wake up at 9 am so I can be at GameStop at 10 am to snag a collector’s edition of Marvel vs Capcom 3″ plan is not working out so well yet. But I have until Tuesday.

I don’t know who it is in the office of student life that approves the posters at my school, but they need to be fired. I’ve seen tons of errors on tons of approved posters, and every one of those just makes us look like jackasses.

“Immagrant rights”, “ai@maricoap.edu”, “Improve ur math skills”, even a writers’ group which couldn’t manage its basic your/you’re homophone.

Maybe I should just try to take that job over as an actual editor. I’ve got experience AND it employs a student. Seems like a win win!

I have no moral compunctions against drinking or really any intoxication frankly. Although I’m not fond of tweakers, since meth tends to wreck people. I do know being Scots-Irish-Norse-Cherokee my alcoholism could be the stuff of legends, or my addiction to most anything. I’m also not fond of the flavor of most drinks, even if I’ve made up a few that I enjoy.

I do really like a good sake, though, and Hana-Kohaku’s plum sake is all kinds of tongasm. Every single sip is blissful, but sake is strong, and I’m a lightweight.

And I didn’t do everything I had to before I sat down to have some and watch Louie. See, I’m a lazy fuck of a drunk. That’s why I don’t drink, really. I don’t DO anything. As much as I tend to remain mentally coherent while drinking, but physically I get uncoordinated at a rapid pace. Combined with a lack of energy, and suddenly typing a paragraph seems like a big deal I don’t feel like dealing with.

Bear in mind I say this as an unabashed lazy prick. I’ve given up jobs just because they took place before 1pm. Sure I can be awake by 10 am, but moving at all takes until 10:30, and getting out of bed? That’s gonna be 11 at least. Two hours of consciousness is my bare minimum to get to work on time. And I know this. I also know that if I drank more often, it’d up itself to five.

I also um…have…things to say, I think. Something about cookies, but…ah screw it. I’m going to bed.