I am spiraling into an addiction and sleep deprived driven state of insanity.

So now that I have a blog I figured I should like post and stuff regularly. So here I am. Extremely tired, and feeling as if death's cold hand is upon me for I haven't slept a normal nights sleep in what seems to be about a month due to the schedule Rockstar has me on. By the way I work at Rockstar Games NYC as a tester for anyone who didn't know, and as of right now I'm living there more then home. It's nice, the people are fun, and I get to play games and eat free food and enjoy city life on my daily breaks. But I am still slowly dying. I don't even know where I am right now.

I seem to have an extremely addictive personality when it comes to the dumbest things. I use the term dumb loosely because the current addiction I am involved in is nothing but fucking awesome to the max.

I've been a big fan of vinyl toys for the longest. The Japanese style of graffiti art transformed into tiny and/or gigantic vinyl art pieces are so unbelievable attractive to own you just can't help but drop your wallet when you find a place that carries them in bulk, and long story short I found that place and the wallet was totally dropped. It's a little place down 2nd ave. called Toy Tokyo.

I've known about Toy Tokyo for a while but it's one of those scary little shops that you find yourself entering and overwhelmed with the amount of unbelievable goodies they have to offer. You usually wind up leaving there dumbfounded, unable to buy anything because everything was just too cool, or you leave feeling like a champ because you just spent your entire paycheck on toys that are awesome until later when you feel like a tool because you just spent your entire paycheck on toys that are still awesome but make you hate life.

So anywho me and my friend Pete from work have this whole "let's cover our goddamn cubicle desks with as many tiny vinyl toys as humanly possible until we get fired" thing going on, or so it seems. We've already lost a lot of money to this horrible addiction to surprise boxes that you can get at most vinyl toy peddlers. Heres what they look like.

The ever popular Gloomy Bear Mystery Box

The Smorkin Monger

And the even more expensive Monsterism Island set

The whole addiction stems from their damn mystery - you never know what could come out of one of these insanely attractive boxes you know could possibly bring you seconds of joy. You can usually see on the side of the boxes what you are capable of getting. What you could get. What is possible! This is the catch, because no matter who you are there is almost always at least one damn mini-toy that you know you would kill a child to possess. This is where the credit debt begins.

I've threatened the shopkeeper with his life to only sell me one box per week from now on because he is raping my pockets in the most deviant of ways.

Damn you Gloomy bear. Damn you!