Going with the flow | Christian Bale | I will never part with my figures, they’re my precious

I think I’ve given up trying to change anything. Instead I’ll just let things happen to me. And if nothing comes up, I’ll just do nothing. That is a very easy lifestyle.

Christian Bale is a god among humans, animals, everything, and he should be treated as such.

Also, he’s best live-action Batman. And best live-action Bruce Wayne. And I think I fell in love with Pat Bateman.

I wish I could do the beauty regiment Pat does. Or be in shape as Pat is. Or be close to Pat.

I hate changes, but I love spontaneity. I hate going somewhere without knowing where I’ll sleep, but point me to a cumpster dumpster motel that always has free rooms because the bugs took over and I’ll go anywhere.
In the past I loved just visiting random friends on a whim and kill time like that. I can’t do that anymore.

I started another spreadsheet about my figure collection yesterday night (actually today, early Sunday, but whatever) and I finally realized that I’ll never sell them because they’re way to precious and comforting to me.

The reason why there’s only one cute picture in today’s post is because someone called me out on it, and while I don’t bow to anyone, I wanted to try if this makes any kind of sense. (I think it does not. I think it’s stupid, and my idea was brilliant.)

Pride

…comes before the fall.
…doesn’t deserve dumbing down.
…is considered a sin by the Catholic church.
I thought it had its own .tld but I appear to be wrong about that.

I am not really proud of anything I’ve done. This is because I haven’t achieved anything that would or should be notable. While I realize that I’m only 23 and not everyone is supposed to be a fucking genius at 23 I can’t help but feel indifferent towards myself, or to see myself as a constant failure that isn’t allowed to crash because stupid dumb parents still apparently care about me.

Why do I have to drive more than 20 kilometers to find a store that sels DrPepper? That is injustice at highest peak right there. I’ve had two cans of this sugary delicious treat and I’d give up coke (the drink, not the plant or product derived from the plant) in a millisecond if I could buy DP as easily as I can find coke. (If someone wants to mail me real coke (the plant, not the drink, feel free to email me and I’ll happily give you my address.)

I like putting my rambling between cute anime girls. It fits to the weeaboo/anime persona I’ve build around myself, and I will continue building it. Until no ladder can be used to overcome it. Maybe a rope.