there's more to life than this

What can I do but apologize for the lengthy delay between entries? My life is in transition right now -- as possessions in the apartment get whittled down to his and hers sections I realize that much of what I own is either black or in the shape of some anime/merchandising character.

Earlier today I had a conversation with OP about the absurdity of the frenzy people get into when confronted with collecting figurines or some other bit of plastic molded into a nostalgic memory of your past. Soon I will be "forced" into consumerism, replacing mutually shared possessions, and living in a very sparse/zen space --just me and the living cat being and various cat-oriented merchandise...how does this happen?

Dear reader, I do appreciate that you've hung on thus far -- at least those of you who have been here more sincerely than those who were web searching "girl tea bagging porn", as I was recently web-searched for -- I know that this diary hasn't been as awe-inspiring as the Anna Nicole show, but perhaps it has been of some amusement. You will hear more from me, once things settle down a little around hyar...