I have a HUGE crush on this guy.

His name is Brent but he’s BrentalFloss over on YouTube, and he’s a genius. He makes parody songs based on (mostly) old Nintendo video game music, and he does everything–writing the lyrics, singing, putting together the bgm. He’s extremely witty, and funny, and I’ve been spending so much time playing his videos over and over again that it borders on stalking, and he’s cute, and he’s an Aries born in April. I seem to have a thing for Aries boys born in April, idk, I think I find the confidence sexy.
My entry title is from his song on DuckTales, but also see the one he made on MacGyver, Megaman, and “The Truth About Toad“. But don’t go getting a crush on him because he’s mine I SAW HIM FIRST. :P
By the way, the “quite” on that one photo? He used it to censor out the adverb “fuckin’” in a song. LOL
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A few acquisitions over the past month: (1) Cargo pants + tank tops from Terranova. I’ve been going to this store a lot since late last year. A little pricier than what I’d like, but it’s well worth the money because everything is well made and fits great. Their tank tops are A+. A few weeks ago I found the cargo pants–I wasn’t sure about getting them, but then I tried them on, and didn’t want to ever take them off. They’re ridiculously comfortable. I actually got them in brown first then came back two weeks later for the ones in army green, because what self-respecting WW2 geek doesn’t have cargo pants in army green. (2). Waist coat (Erm… vest? I do not know the difference–) from 101 New York. I don’t like vests a whole lot but I like how this one makes me look like I should be bussing tables or stealing loaves of bread or going on my paper route. I obviously have no future in the fashion industry. LOL

HEADPHONE EARRINGS! Only P80 at Pop Cult. The ironic thing is they’re so small, when I’m wearing my headphones, you don’t actually see them. But STILL. :D

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Today I claimed a parcel at the PhilPost office and made Customs P1,057 richer, and I’m trying my best not to gripe about it because I don’t like getting emotional about money. Still, the fact that the PhilPost office is a miserable stinking rat hole is a glaring indication that such tax money never goes where it’s supposed to; it makes it a little harder to think of those sniggering Customs hags as people–just like you and me, fellow travelers to the grave and all that sort of shit–and easier to instead fervently wish that universal justice would waste no time and bite them in the ass.
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To end this on a positive note: back on the subject of crushes, I may try to take a photo of the cute barista tomorrow, if I’m not feeling too shy. :D