Nyotaimori

holy shit. ok so i just found this.

which led me to finding this:

AHHH!!!! how cute is that?! (click on the picture for link to the article about alyson.)

i was like, “you could just go to bed, michele. they don’t really need middle school pictures right this second.” but then i decided it wouldn’t do to deny my avid fans, right? the bad thing about these pictures is that i look awful in each of them. the good thing about these pictures, well the b&w ones anyway is the fun game you get to play of figuring out how many of those little munchkins YOU KNOW. the very least amount of people any of you should know is 4. i think. but maybe 6. you let me know. finally all those years working on the yearbook staff and being able to steal fun extra-curricular group photos like these pays off.

it’s amazing, frankly amazing, how quickly i can become fascinated by something.

yesterday in the car jacob was telling kristen and i about how he and dianna are looking for new room-mates for the apartment they are hoping to move into. and he was talking about the croatian dance instructor and the libyan bible thumper and the atlantean sheep-herder, and then he was like,

“and there’s this guy, goes by the name of hoi. he’s from austrialia.”

“oooo austrailia,” went kristen and i.

“well…that is he was just going to school there, but he was born in hong kong.”

kristen turns to me at this point, “it’s like your DREAM. asian AND austrialian cock.”

at which i, of course, laughed nervously.

but honestly speaking…i mean she’s kind of right.

so anyway, we are trying to convince jacob that he NEEDS to live with this hoi paloi fellow. but we are suspicious that he is not really listening to us seriously enough.

i wonder what it is about me that makes me so quick to latch onto people’s names and make up whole stories about them and fantasy type things. ok actually i know what is about me: overactive imagination, boredom, and plain loneliness. it accounts for the bit before college with the fascination of sam and then the strange dwarf karl (hoffman) fetish of sophomore – senior years.

that’s a dare right there. i wonder how long it will take SDK all the way to randomly be searching his own name and find this page. i mean adam f. found it. adam f. whose last name can’t be revealed for random (in)security reasons. (go all the way down to the bottom to see the comments from adam and this next one.) the guy looking for porn in middle european countries found me. and the sugar shoe fanatics who have made me the highest search result for ss’s, over and above the ss broken webpage found me most of all.

hmm i’m not sure i have the guts to let SDK find me. although…i mean…what the fuck does it matter now i guess? welll….there’s my reputation (what reputation?) and my self-respect (what? me?) and uh….my desire for people not to know that 1) i was stalking them and 2) the things i did while stalking them. which is not to say that everyone else i know doesn’t already know. since i wrote about it before while very carefully leaving out the last name. i’ve got to say i’m torn on this one. i think i will let it stand for like an hour and then panic and take it down.

yesterday i went to this little sandwich place called raps off shattuck for lunch. and on the walls were patrick nagel prints. like 3 of them.

but here you get like 11 of them or something. (click for more).

i was immediately transported back to the day that i found that huge nagel poster, (in a fucking frame no less) in the proo’ * house sophomore year. there was this weird closet by the stairs wherein there was a second hidden closet and me being inquisitve was trying to clean the place out from the stupid subletters and the renters from the year before. and i found this poster. and i was so thrilled. i don’t know what the appeal was/is. i think it was the gigantic size and the tackiness and the white white skin. (cough racist cough). so i showed it to everybody and was like, “yeah! poster! this is awesome!” and everyone was horrified and concerned about why they agreed to live with me and internally debating how they could possibly circumvent me mounting this poster on the wall. ** i think there was a mass action taken. because i have no idea what happened to that poster but it disappeared and i never got to put it up. i was distraught, believe you me. but now that i know where the crazy lady who makes the tasty sandwiches is, i can go look at her obsessively bad patrick nagel taste whenever i like or whenever i’m hungry. and you know what? that is a good, good thing.

*proo’ does in fact, contrary to popular gene belief, spell his name with two o’s and an apostrophe. why the ‘ i don’t know. however it appears to be an integral part of the name. along with the necessary accessories that make up the proo’ himself: the alligator shoes, the light rock music, the solid, solid round belly, the half open button down shirt, the large gold chain, the huge tinted sunglasses, the elderly single cruises, and the fishing off the coast of florida. all things that i gleaned during my one year long association with the man. oh and the fighter pilot early years of the man. oh yes. jason and i heard all about that one day, alone in the house, trapped and scared with our illegal kittens upstairs bound to start making noise any minute.

** which is funny that THIS (notice the poster behind us and who’s in it), got to go on the wall but a little patrick nagel somethin’ somethin’, did not. base and unfair people.