Winter must be here; my poor cuticles have gone to pot practically overnight. Clearly I'm not keeping myself hydrated.

There is a wonderful plate of halva in the fridge, and though I'm craving sweet, I don't want to eat it without custard, which would take a lot of time and attention which I don't want to expend. What a dilemma!

Well now, is there anything to report? I've been mad with work for the last two months, which hasn't done me any good as I virtually blew an entire paycheck on drink one weekend, which leads me to my other story...

I met a boy about two weeks ago. He's a backup dancer for one of the drag queens at the main club here, and I hardly know how it happened. My friend Mo introduced us, there was a lot more drinking than there should have been, next thing I know... Anywho, he's no good for me (he's not even a boy, he's nearly 31) but that's how crushes work.

I'm pretty sure AJ's through with me, so might as well keep my horizons open. There's a girl who wants to go to Italy with me for Xmas. (For which I leave on the 17th. Don't think there's not LOADS to do until then!)

But first job is to get myself hydrated again...

Even though class is canceled, gay Star Trek fanart doesn't cheer you up...

I had a birthday recently. Celebrated today with a classy teaparty at a really nice English-style teahouse not far from where I live. Exclusive guest list, "Sunday best" attire, champagne, the works.

Which made up for waking up [alone] in [my] bed totally naked and not knowing how I got there after accidentally ending up in the heart of the gayborhood, arse-over-tits and sucking face with some guy named 'Jeff' last night. *shrug*

Some from column A, some from column B I guess. Anyway, I've had the best birthday [weekend] ever.

Ever wonder "what kind of drunk am I"? Like, sad, angry, giggly, sleepy? Apparently I am a "lusty" drunk. Big surprise.

So while my partner and I are in completely different hemispheres/opposite sides of the planet, with limited contact and whatnot, I am still dating casually from time to time (not that I HAVE time), and have been seeing this one guy in particular. He's Jewish, black and studies painting at the Art Institute. I know, odd, right? A Jewish artist! rofl He's sweet, but I never thought I'd be irritated with Kosher holidays for bungling an opportunity to hold someone's hand at the Pride parade this Sunday. XD

Oh, also, it is International Talk Like A Pirate Day tomorrow! Arrr!

So today I accidentally stumbled upon this thing called Hetalia.

I was, in fact, googling for clever images of American and UK flags intermeshed. Such a picture does not exist, and rightfully so.

However, incredibly witty (if not so cleverly designed) animanga art stuff exists out there which portrays the stereotypes of various nationalities in personified form most brilliantly: [link]

It doesn't hurt that there is gayness also, although I'm kind of bored with that aspect of it already. The witty jokes about Italians are much more amusing than watching "America" mack on "England". Although I admit I wouldn't mind having my British bones jumped by a hot sexy camo-clad GI right this minute...


Speaking of jumping bones, I get to see Jason Mraz live in concert this Monday. Would normally never go to a live music anything, especially not when I had to pay for it (especially not for AS MUCH as I paid for this) but truthfully, it's Jason Mraz. He is a MAJOR exception.