I have two notes to make, and I shall ruminateth upon them. First note is that I am so freakin' awesome I am the only person in the world with immunity to the Jante Law. El noto segundo es "Roy Orbison is better than Dan Harmon and possibly Roronoa Zolo." Orbison, man! Gorgeousness!

Did I ever tell you kids about when I discovered Nietzche's work regarding the ubermenschen was all about me? See, I was sitting there and suddenlyI realized that if there was a God, He would undoubtedly be my biggest fan. This is especially weird because I've never done anything noteworthy. Oh well. I'm sure there's a platitude somewhere about inherent greatness giving rise to great deeds or whatever.

In international news, I'm told Toni-chan, in fact, never loved me, which does tremendous things for my feelings! This no longer cncerns me. My only wish is that someday she sends back my copy of Xenogears, which she never played anyway. Xenogears was excellent.

Cityan Uzuki + Roy Orbison = something so excellent it could only be outdone by Christopher Lloyd performing a Meatloaf guitar solo with Freddie Mercury singing a Bob Dylan song

I've come to the conclusion in recent month, that I'd much rather be friends with assholes than nice guys. And by nice guys, I don't mean Tony Vermuelen nice guys. I mean Joey Bean nice guys. Can't stand him. I think I'm the only person in the world who got what I just said, primarily because no one from Penn Hills reads this. Even if they did, I doubt ayone knows both of them too well. Anyway, as long as Joe does not read this, I'm going to tell you all up front that he's stupendously creepy. Not creepy like that one Photoshop Phriday guy. Creepy like the furries. its not that I mind them doing what gives them pleasure, but he insists on talking about it endlessly and sending me the most revolting pictures ever.

... I've drifted from the point. Anyway, I'd rather have someone who was cocky but didn't care than someonewho was cocky but didn't know. You know the sorts I mean? Who insist that they're humble, fantastic people because they endlessly talk about themselves (by way of their faults)? Yeah, and he spent this morning very subtly (in the same sense as as an elephant can fit in your pocket) hinting that how there's a female who isn't utterly creeped out by him. This is right after he expressed sympathy for that whole thing with Toni, which I wouldn't mind if it didn't seem so darn intentional.

Who's obsessively bitter?

I've found a supendously discount record store near my grandma's house (where my family is still staying), so I might actually be sad to go home this year. But only a little.

One Piece is totally excellent. Yupyup. So is Arlo Guthrie.