(Backstory: Shoegaze humps me randomly sometimes. It’s an annoyance. For example:

Me, cutting vegetables, being productive: Ladeeda~
Shoegaze, ambushes: A-HA! starts humping
Me: … Why me?

or 

Me, putting on shoes, minding own business: Ladeeda~
Shoegaze, ambushes: A-HA! starts humping
Me: … Are you quite done?

And so on and so forth. It’s not sexual at all, I promise.) 

Shoegaze, crawls into bed: Ladeeda~
Me, crawls into bed with him, innocent eyes: Let’s chat.
Shoegaze: Go away. I’m napping.
Me, ambushes!, avenges!: A-HA! starts humping
Shoegaze: …
Me: Don’t want to talk, eh?! THEN LET OUR BODIES DO THE TALKING. humping
Shoegaze: …
Me: HIPS DON’T LIE, SHOEGAZE. still humping
Shoegaze: What the…  You know, you’re really bad at this.
Me, confused into cessation: What? What do you mean? 
Shoegaze, explains: You have a weak hump. You can’t just start humping someone. It’s something that takes practice.
Me: … So, what you’re saying is… I need to level up?   
Shoegaze, overly pedantic: Like me, for example. I hump you everywhere. Every opportunity. Every time.
Me: … So, what you’re saying is… I need more random encounters?
Shoegaze: Exactly.

-_- Do I need to join his party?

Gosh, it’s been forever since I’ve checked or posted on Tumblr. An update of random things:

- Copywriting might not be for me after all. My job has, of late, been rather tedious and because of that I’ve been spending all my free time away from the computer.

- Because I’ve been hiding from the monitored beast, I’ve taken up a full-time hobby of cooking delicious things for Shoegaze. Well, some of them are delicious. Basically, whenever I enter a kitchen, you’re going to get one of two things: a) Chinese/Taiwanese food, b) Italian food. Now I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve. I’m facing my culinary fears. I roasted a chicken! I still need to tackle Korean food, which we’ve both been jonesing for. Did you guys know that a bottle of soju is like $14 to $20 in the U.S.? 

- I’m working on a screenplay! Just a baby one, nothing too serious. Shoegaze’s friend and I have teamed up to do a little bit of creative collaboration. For our first project, a short film. For later projects, the world! Or something. I feel a little silly…writing a screenplay is kind of weird. It kinda makes me feel a little smarmy. We’ll see how it goes.

- Jamie Oliver’s show Oliver’s Twist is hilarious and appalling. He’s so bumbly and uneloquent (ineloquent? non-eloquent? a verbal dunce?) that I find him completely charming though excessively awkward. It’s this cooking show where a British celebrity chef has friends over and cooks for them. The episodes usually end with something that’s supposed to be witty or Jamie eating something that’s usually meant for someone else, like a calzone he was supposed to pack for his friend’s lunch or a popsicle that he made for his 1 year old daughter. Once, it ended with him hanging out with some of his employees and throwing popcorn at them. Another time, he had American friends over and kept saying awkward things in his Mockney accent, like “my main man” and “bro.” The opening theme is this awful pop song about how no matter who you are, you can still go into his world. It’s a really stupid show, and I’m completely obsessed with it.

There is actually really little going on in my life right now, which is a little sad. Shoegaze is on the road for the next few days so I’m just puttering around our apartment, drinking lots of green tea and honey because I’ve caught some sort of head cold. 

I don’t even remember what I used to blog about in this Tumblr. 

fearofwires:

^.^V

and I’m an enormous dork? ^.^V?