Haha, oh wow. I’m watching Zombie Attack Swim Team vs. The Undead and it’s pretty much an entire movie thinly disguised as an excuse to get Sasa Handa naked. No I didn’t know her name prior to watching this movie, but she seems to have a lot of topless scenes for even a horror movie. I’d say she deserves to at least have her name known, yeah? This movie’s hilariously bad though once you get passed the awesomely blatant homoerotic undertones (let’s get nekkid and take a shower together!). Update! Okay, I’m watching the movie as I type and this shit just got real. I think this might be a uhhh, well… Figures that I’d have a softcore porn flick on my hard drive for nearly a year and not even know it. Oh god, how many people have I shared this file with?

Anyway, ummm, prior to this little revelation, I hit the mall for a bit after my interview. It was another short one and a little less formal I guess. Alan pulled some sheisty shit on me at the door when I showed up. Interesting times are upon me I guess. Anyway, he said to expect a call back this coming week. He’s having me reaaally think I got the job, but shit, things can never just be a sure thing for me till they’re right there, you know?

Still, I was feeling good enough about it all to go it the mall and see if I can get some music. Driving around to music in tagalog is fine and all, but I’d rather listen to some things more familiar. Well, turns out that it’s not that the stereo in my Grandma’s car doesn’t play burned cd’s, I don’t think it’ll read any cd’s in general. I picked up Ben Folds’s Stems and Seeds and it wouldn’t read the Stems disc. Buuummeeer. It’s all pretty much a remastered version of Way to Normal anyway with some bonuses. I’m loving the Japanese Language version of Hiroshima though. His voice just sounds so awkward trying to enunciate stuff lol.

Oh yeah, I wonder if I mentioned that my Grandmother left for the Philippines? I’ve been charge with the task of feeding the dog and cats. All outside animals, and I only feed em at night, but they come running when I step out the door. I really hope I’m feeding the right dog. There’s like 3 black ones (lots of loose dogs running around out here) and I’m only supposed to feed the one name Doc. My grandmother doesn’t necessarily seem to fond of him or any of the other animals, but she says my late Grandfather loved that one, so maybe that’s why she still takes care of it.

I feel kind of sick to admit it, but I really wonder what would happen if by some chance I screwed up and one of these dogs died. Even if it wasn’t my fault, what if I just found one of them dead. Everytime I picture the scenario I see myself just shoveling its corpse into the dumpster. It’s entirely fucked up, but I always lol anyway at the absurdity of me just throwing away a dead body. I swear to God I feel bad afterwards, but I think I’m just amused at how incompetent I feel around here without my grandfather. My grandmother sometimes feels that way too. It’s kind of a drawback to how awesome Papa was really. He took care of everyone in any and everyway he could. He owned a construction company and he built people houses, he fixed tenants’ stuff himself, he bought his employees trucks and I even remember a time when we went around cleaning up the roads around our neighborhood after typhoons. I got a lot of manliness to live up to, yah? lawl

Anyway, I was never really fond of animals, but these dogs around here are growing on me. For some reason they bark like mad at everyone but me and the people who live around here. Cheap security system I guess. I wonder if it’s because I look kinda like Papa or if it’s just by association, either way, they’re cool with me as long as they’re not being gross. I especially like how they work as a really awesome food disposal. I don’t eat fish, and there’s megatons of it in the fridge and microwave. Thank God these dogs eat it.

Another thing- HOLY SHIT DID SHE SHOOT A LASER BEAM OUT OF HER VAGINA?! This movie. Seriously. Retarded.

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