"I've got issues, yeah. / Like, I miss you, yeah."
Ugh. wicked_wish just sucked me into perusing her Amazon wish list, which has the first set of Invader Zim DVDs on it, because Cherie’s a smart girl. I coveted Zim for awhile, then got intrigued by the “Early Adopter” link, which eventually led me to the first season of Millennium DVDs, recently out after thousands of fans spent about four years petitioning for them. This, coupled with an I Am Kloot CD I just found out about and all the music I’ve got illegal MP3s of but would really like to own, and I'm in a state of buy-lust unparalleled for years. Luckily, thanks to my glamorous job in the editorial department of an internationally-renowned genre publisher, I can go out and buy all of those things right now!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha HA HA HA!
The real news is that I finally found the perfect CD cabinet, which, given how anal I am about my music, is, like, the highlight of my month. A few years ago, I migrated my entire CD collection into ProSleevesI so don’t have room for all of those jewel cases, and putting them in a book wreaks havoc on my ability to keep them in alphabetical orderwhich was fine until I started running out of room in the Rubbermaid drawers that the ProSleeves were living in. Then I discovered how hard it was to find media storage that would keep the dust out, take me awhile to outgrow, and demonstrate some degree of aesthetic flair (hint: I’ve been waffling about it for the past two years). A few days ago, I accidentally stumbled upon this. I’m not sure if it’s adorable or just horribly tacky, but, assuming it's sturdy, it should be a scarily good match for my room. The lesson to be learned is that if the people designing “adult” furniture used half as much imagination as kids’ designers, the world would be a much more interesting place.
I made a lasagna last night, tofu tacos the night before, and omlettes and home fries for breakfast this morning. This is partly because modernache is visiting from Ohio and I show my love with food, but also because I'm gearing up for that bout of ängst I anticipated a few weeks back, and cooking is the best sort of therapy I know: methodical and visceral, with tangible results.
Someone once told me that their friend had a theory that the four basic aspects of modern life are health, housing, employment (and/or finances), and one’s love life, and that the thing everyone must know about living in New Yorkperhaps other places, too, but I don't know anything about thoseis that it's statistically impossible to succeed at more than three of them at a time. So it should be no surprise that having good-to-fantastic luck with the first three leaves me in pretty dire shape for the fourth. This theory appeals to me, if only on the grounds that believing it exempts me from having to blame myself.
In cheerier news, I've finally sucked moderntime into seeing a Schwervon! show with me and modernache. Based on their LJ names, they should get along great. :P And August should rock, distraction-wise, now that Only We Who Guard the Mystery Shall Be Unhappy and the new Three Terrors show have been added to an already pretty cool list. The trick now is convincing myself that if I don’t clean the kitchen and get some work done, I won’t deserve to do any of the above. Step 1: finish this entry...