My crush on Zhen Zhen may be getting just a tad out of hand. I think I'm becoming a bit of a stalker.

See, the San Diego Zoo has this thing called Panda Cam. And it is AWESOME.

There's my girl this morning, sleeping at the top of the tree that she just learned to climb earlier this month. And I know that how? From the Panda Blog, of course.

(Go ahead and guess how much work I've gotten done today.)

(NOPE! Less.)

When I finally get to go visit my little love, I plan to stop by the interactive Panda Exhibit where you find out what a panda smells like (I'm betting like WONDERFULNESS). And of course there's also a Panda Shop, where I expect to throw away my life savings on cuteness:

(Panda pillow, panda umbrella, and my favorite, PANDA SHOT GLASS: all available here.)

What with all this cutesy baby animal talk, don't make the mistake of thinking I've gone all soft and maternal and shit on you guys. Oh, no.

Take last weekend. In what was totally well planned and completely thought out, I got a new tattoo. Of a gun. Which makes it my third. Not my third tattoo; no, my third tattoo of a gun. See? Bad motherfucker.

(Or VERY LAME NERD. The design for the tattoo came from one of my favorite Batman comic books.)

You can stop laughing now.

Or now would be fine, too.

It's cool, I'll wait.

...

Whatever. Screw you guys. I'm turning back to Panda Cam now.