So, today I watched The Zombie Diaries, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning. The Zombie Diaries I recommend- it actually spooked me quite a bit with its realism. It’s always pleasant to be reminded that in a situation such as mass-reanimating-infection, the human race is fucked. Well, at least the UK is. For certain. Australia might make it. Maybe Hawaii. The TCM movie, while decent, wasn’t so much frightening as depraved and tiring. It was exhausting watching this movie. I’m not a fan of the “torture porn” genre, and while this was tamer than something like the Saw franchise, or the Hostel flicks [and only marginally tamer], the characterization was uncomfortably good. Meaning, it was not cool to watch these people die. It never is a gas watching someone be slaughtered [I like horror with survivors], but the sympathy level was way up there.

There’s a cute thrift store near my father’s house. It’s just a little one, with a tiny selection, but I love a good thrift store, so I visited it yesterday and today. I got a navy cardigan sweater with a cute tie-closure at the top, a gray shirt with the words “true love” printed on it in different directions, a tunic-type top with multi-colored hearts, two tie tops [like the kind you wear over a cami, that only cover boobs?], a pair of comfy overalls and a maroon shirt with white hearts patterned all over. Quite a haul, for under 25. I’m a hip-hip-happy customer. I’d love some decent fitting pants, but as that’s impossible in normal retail, I don’t hold my breath for second hand.

I’m going to quit smoking. It’s a habit I took up to taper my stress triggered b/ping, and its lost its usefulness. It’ll be hard because everyone in my household [with the exception of Hades] smokes. It’s expensive, it hurts my throat, makes me phlegmy, is going to kill me, and on a superficial note… I have a very young face. I’m always carded, I have friendly strangers ask me what highschool I go to, blah blah blah… anyway, I’ve only been smoking for about four months, so I wanna kick it before I start to get the dry skin and wrinklage. Don’t misunderstand- I am all for aging. I want to look the way nature intends. But that also means not looking way older than I should.

The boy is coming tomorrow. I am so excited to see him. This is the longest we’ve been apart in almost four years, and I’m lonely. He got me seasons one and two of Darkwing Duck on DVD, so he gets extra smooches when I see him next.