phantomvi

So I'm all melancholy an' shit...
Not surprising, considering all the events (or non-events) of the past week or so...about which I will not go into detail.
Plus, I realized last night after unpacking that I will in all likelihood never have sex, let alone have a girlfriend, ever again...one look at the embalmer's licenses from the 1920s and the vast amount of original Star Wars toys/memorabilia that now cover my apartment would send any rational woman running...
I now have the goddamn Death Star in my kitchen for fuck's sake.
All of these new editions compound the creepy loser feel my apartment already exudes...
At this point I might as well go all out and start hoarding cats.

Update 7/19: I'm drinking alone at home tonight. One of those "I hate my job" type things...which I don't hate, really....its just one month out of the year that I am filled with overwhelming anger and rage. I'm going to watch Brotherhood Of The Wolf, which I discovered to be surprisingly good, despite overuse of sudden slow-motion and other music video techniques...
And I will have pictures documenting my geekhood up very soon...which will include a rare peek inside my bedroom...