"Look... The people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep...

Do not fuck with us."

If it weren't for the sexism and cult-like proto-fascist overtones, Fight Club would be a howto on radical union organizing.

Let's see, what's happened in Circuit's life, lately...

I ordered some cute lingerie for my ex-partner who's coming back in September. Yes, we're technically broken up, but she's stealing me a pair of black Carrharts for my birthday, and she requested some purple stockings in return, so it would be a shame to not put them to some use, y'know?

I also picked her up two cami sets. I just think they are the cutest things in the world, especially the ones with the shorts. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any like that on sale (me and her both aren't big on spending money, so anything I buy her would have to be super cheap), so I got her two sets, one with a thong, and one with a full butt, since I don't think I've ever seen her wear a thong, and I'm not sure if she would. One's black, one's red, and they're both *very* cute.

I totally found the cutest sheer short dress, and I was totally gonna buy it for her, but they only had it in white (not black like the one the model on the website was wearing). I'm not too into white lingerie. Black is sexy, white is too kitsch.

Anyways, it's her birthday today, so I have to call her around noon (which is around 11:00 at night, since she's in Palestine).

Oh yeah, and my car broke down. Alternator went out, goddammit. It's gonna be $400 for a new alternator and battery, and because it's a damn Saturn, I can't do it myself.

And, finally, I've decided that I am going to get my belly button pierced. God, belly button piercings are just too hot to pass up.

Okay, over and out.

Circuit