bluelovesorange | vexing things

1. My hair is not pink. This vexes me greatly, because I think it is some sort of coping mechanism I have when my life is going upside down and I find solace in a peroxide bottle. I need to get my red touched up, and then decide if I want pink streaks or chunks, or The Great Wedding Hair of 2006.

2. Valentine's Day. My friend's birthday is tomorrow, Vday is Wednesday, and I only care about one of these things and I have not RVSPed about going to her birthday party and am not sure I can even go, and I know Vday has been coming, and yet I am still filled with unexplainable sense of dread. Or perhaps it is hunger, as I haven't eaten breakfast yet. I am single and HAPPY most of the time, why is it NOW just bothering me? Wretched day.

3. I need a vacation from planning my vacation. As

smithereen can attest to, I'm as excited as hell to be going to NY and the UK next month, but the planning is insane and we've only got half of it done, and the Scotsrail website was clearly designed to break your spirit, and WHY IS LONDON SO EXPENSIVE? and my friend has not replied back to my OMG ARE YOU DEAD IN A SNOWDITCH SOMEWHERE email about staying with her for the first part of the week in NY. But my luggage is cool.

4. I spent all weekend with my Japanese boyfriends (I am cheerfully slutty, I owe no allegiance to anyone in particular) and marathoning Hana Yori Dango and crying and going, HANAZAWA RUI, and listening to cracky asian pop, and wishing that all of my boyfriends were real and or not gay. I kid. I should play "Asian popstars or just gay?" game on here once though. Anyway, I have decided to add Oguri Shun and Nari to the list of boyfriends, as I seem to be kicking off all the European ones at an alarming rate (we hardly knew ye Orlando Bloom and Hugh Dancy! Except for your appalling taste in girlfriends!)

5. My W2 form FINALLY CAME, thank you for NOTHING, STUPID CORPORATE WHORES, and now I get to file my taxes this week. I have to finish finding my receipts so I can at least deduct business expenses.

6. Why yes, it is that time of the month. How could you tell?

7. The person I inflict my awesomeness on in a non platonic, total make out queen fashion way, has to be taller than me. I must have my one perfect moment of Asian Drama Hugging, and it's not going to work if they are my height and sort of muffled by my hair. Unless we find steps to stand on, and how many porches with steps can you find in suburban Southern California? NONE. It's raining this week, I think - maybe I'll find some random attractive stranger and say, "hey, you know, would you like to step out with me for a sec, just so we can stand in the rain and you can hug me from the back and I'll duck my head in an embarrassed but pleased manner and it will be THE MOST AWESOME THING EVER?" K, thanxbye.
(spontaneity? what is this you speak of? My romances are going to be CHOREOGRAPHED from now on.)

8. I still haven't gone to Disneyland with my girlfriends at work. This must be remedied after I get back. I enjoy Disneyland in small doses, but even more when I can get in for free.

9. I've named my ipod DJ milky, for reasons to be startlingly clear in another post. I was going to name it Yamapi after heart breakingly beautiful just a wee bit slutty popular boy, but then I came all over weird after thinking about fitting Yamapi in my pocket. And because I'm a freak.

10. Half the time I think I want to learn new languages just so I can sing song "Slutty slut slut SLUT!" in a cheerful commercial jingle way.

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