It's on Thursday ( Read more... )

Just settling down to analyze a film when I get a call from Jean. Apparently an ex of mine showed up all drunk and full of pills and promptly became incoherent on the bathroom floor. So incoherent as to say that all he really wanted was Laurel ( Read more... )

I made R. run out to Blockbuster at closing time to buy this film. Someday soon, ashtrayreviews.com will have my opinion on the significance of The Dark Knight (can't believe I mistyped that), as well as how it embodies postmodernism and fits in with the current trend I'm seeing in American cinema. Perhaps I shall also compare and contrast the ( Read more... )

1. The "Woops, I texted you by mistake ( Read more... )

Every once in awhile I get hypnotized. I figure it's more interesting than talking about myself anyway. And true to form, there is something seriously fucked with my "deeper self ( Read more... )

How, precisely, am I any better than my roommate? Allowing someone to feel me up more than I would have if I hadn't been hungry and my food stamps didn't require forever and a day to get fucking validated-- how is that better than what L. does to pay rent ( Read more... )

1. I hate only getting in trouble for what I should not be in trouble for ( Read more... )

At least, not without reporting it to your landlord ( Read more... )

1. My plastic-guitar playing skills won me 25 dollars (to be spent only at Cicero's, of course. Which is basically as good as regular money, as I am an alcoholic ( Read more... )

are apparently more important than the fact that I'm homeless ( Read more... )