HAPPY FALL FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!11 :D

i did something similar to rich once and i thinjk that's why he doesn't love me anymore honestly.

very special episode of teh schef <3

Well, I walked out of work
And I was tired as hell
Another day's come and gone and oh well
Somewhere there's a drink with my name on it

Well, I ordered a Scotch as I bust through them doors
Spilled half on my jeans
The other half on the floor
When I saw you standing by that video game

Well, I ain't very good
But I get practice by myself
Forgot my one line
So I just said what I felt

If only you were lonely,
If only you was lonely too,
If only you was lonely
I'd go home with you

Twenty push-ups this morning, that was half my goal
Tonight I'll be doin' pull-ups
On the toliet bowl
And somewhere somebody's throwin up

Well, I broke the seal on my door
And I poured myself to bed
The whirlpool spinning around in my head
Around in my head
There was liquor on my breath
And you were on my mind

And I'll be dreamin of that smile
Without a care in the world
If only you were lonely,
If only you was lonely too,
If only you was lonely

I walked out of the kitchen
I was tired as hell
Another day's here and oh well
Somewhere there's a smile with my name on it.

shit's been crazy, my roomie FINALLY moved out...

...but he left the shit box over flowing with Chocolate Pup treats. Here is how the move went. I wake up at 9am to banging on my door and an 18 wheeler parked in my street. I don't even remember how I got home so I'm already confused. I wake up Rich to tell him the movers are here and go back to bed. Rich did not pack mind you. Anyways I wake up like 8 hours later and the movers are gone and Rich is passed out on the floor. He doesn't really remember them coming or going. Turns out they loaded down the semi with a bed, TV and computer desk. At this point I see that I am royally fucked so i start telling him to separate everything he wants and doesn't want into 2 piles and I'll handle it. So he goes back to sleep and wakes up at midnight and puts the cat and dog in the car along with his computer and drives 9 hours in the storm of the century. No separating. Now I'm sitting here with all his clothes, dishes, books, old CPU's, his 1975 furniture that took up the whole attic, A FUCKING SAFE, Tiki he DOES have one of your guitars be the way which if I had known I'd be Eddie Van Halen by now with all the free time I had. He even left the washer full of wet clothes. There is mud everywhere from the movers and rain. This place is ravaged. Where his bed used to be the light fixture from the ceiling is smashed on the floor in a thousand pieces. The only good thing that happened is the junk people came by and took away the couches. But under those the hardwood floor is ruined. It's also ruined under his computer desk and bed. So far I have 9 black outdoor trash bags filled with his junk which I just had to bring back in because they are blowing down the street. Supposedly he is coming back next weekend for his clothes.

tokyo contemplates infinity...in the cosmic sense

Blythe (ブライス, bu-ra-i-su?) (pronounced "blahyth" or like the 'bli' sound in "blind") is a doll created in 1972 by designer Allison Katzman with the now-defunct American toy company Kenner. Reportedly, she was modeled after drawings by Margaret Keane, similarly to many other dolls of the '60s and '70s. Her most unique and notable feature were blinkable eyes that changed color with the pull of a string attached to the back of her head. Blythe dolls were only sold for one year in the U.S. (produced in Hong Kong), during 1972. She was not very popular and faded from store shelves quickly.

Thirty years after her first release date, Blythe regained popularity. In 1997, New York TV and video producer Gina Garan was given a 1972 Kenner Blythe by a friend and began using it to practice her photographic skills. She began taking her Blythe everywhere with her and took hundreds of photos. Then, in 1999, a chance encounter with CWC's Junko Wong brought Blythe to the attention of Parco and toy executives. In 2002, Gina published her first book of Blythe photography with Chronicle Books, This is Blythe. Later that year, Hasbro (Kenner's successor) gave the rights to make Blythe dolls to Takara of Japan. Blythe was used in a television advertising campaign by the Parco department store in Japan and was an instant hit. Success in Japan led Blythe back to the U.S., where she become a niche product in a marginal market, selling largely to adults. In 2003 she was the subject in a segment on the popular VH1 special, I Love the 70s, where she was said to look like either "Barbie with elephantiasis" or "Christina Ricci" among other things. One panelist asked if she could take a doll home! In 2004, the Ashton-Drake Galleries began to produce their own Blythe replica dolls in the United States.

A vibrant Blythe subculture flourishes on the Internet, predominantly in forums and usergroups. There is a market network of hobbyist Blythe clothiers, designers, and customizers.

There are two types of Blythe dolls: the 28 cm version and the 11.2 cm "Petit Blythe." Only large dolls have color-changing eyes, which include the colors blue, green, orange, and pink (except for cases with limited-edition dolls). Newer releases of the Petit Blythe dolls have moveable eyelids and bendable bodies.

There are also, smaller Kubrick versions of Blythe.

The measurements of Blythe: 4.17-2.76-3.89 (in inch) or 106-70-99 (in mm). The measurements of Petit Blythe: 1.77-1.18-16.5 (in inch) or 45-30-42 (in mm).

Unlike Barbie, Blythe does not have a boyfriend. She also does not advertise her professional life. Kenner is now owned by Hasbro.

i am so fucking sick of eisen

It's mind boggling how fast Rich can destroy a professionally cleaned house. I'm never going to forget this dude.



It's like $70 but I only do it the day Rich leaves for business trips to Mass. Otherwise it's not worth a penny. In the 1 1/2 days since he has been back there are about 20 empty beer bottles. 2 wine empties. Seriously our recycling box is hilarious. They come on Tuesday and it's filled to the top on Tuesday night due to a backlog of empties. They would literally have to come every other day. About 100 cigg butts. Luggage emptied and thrown all over the place. 4 Amazon boxes that were waiting for him when he got back opened and tossed around including Styrofoam shit. DVD's all over the floor. 3-4 dirty plates laying around with rotting food. 3-4 large dirty pots and pans in the sink. Dirty cups everywhere. A knocked over broken seasoning bottle dumped all over the kitchen floor. Dumped over coffee grinds. Coffee beans dumped everywhere Granted the cat (his cat not mine which is well behaved) does all the knocking over and breaking of shit in the kitchen but he leaves things on the counter day after day and never learns from it. Coffee spills and rings everywhere. Melted ice cream left out on counter over night He does this with the milk all the time too because he sprints to the fridge and back due to WoW. The great part is he doesn't eat ice cream or drink milk he is just moving my shit out of the way to get to his sauce and forgets to put it back. Stove topped fucked from mac and cheese making again due to WoW he forgets he is cooking and it overflows everywhere. This along with the destroyed pots and pans happens a couple times a week now. Sadly he doesn't order pizza anymore.

I've never seen him eat a fruit or a vegetable.


(This is the cat)

dilemmas :\

I'm a 46-year-old unmarried Caucasian man. I live alone with my three cats, whom I love dearly. My friends always pick on me because I love cats but haven't managed to find a person who shares this love with me. Sometimes I feel very alone, although I have my cats. I feel like my friends are talking about me behind my back all the time! I'm very content with my current lack of love, but I sometimes worry that my friends aren't. They are all happily married with children. I feel as though I'm left out of everything since I haven't gotten married and had kids. Because of this, I'm thinking of adopting an African baby. Although I feel that I would love this child as much as I love my cats, sometimes I wonder if the only reason I'm considering adopting is to fit in with my friends. What should I do?