Just came home from the movie (we were bored). I'm a HUGE advocate of "the book is better" movement for just about any movie. It was classic Ron Howard. VERY plot driven and really not that into character development. I loved the book. Not for the plot or even really the ideas (which are so not original really) but for the point behind it all ( Read more... )

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Laura nudged me. I guess I need to update! :) Laura, you know you're the only one who reads this now that Jere is home! You can just IM me ( Read more... )

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I have been festering and wallowing all day. It's what I do best. I finally figured out why I love New York so much. It's the only place on this miserable planet where I don't feel 100% alone or 100% discouraged.

I was watching GMA this morning and they did a story about a group of religious zealots who are calling companies to get all "Happy Holidays" changed to "Merry Christmas". Normally, I wouldn't care. Then they put this fucktard on who announces that we are in a christian society blah blah blah. EXCUSE ME? Did I miss a memo...somewhere ( Read more... )

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I've crossed that line. Between reality and what lies inside the gray matter. I'm delving into the worst parts of my being and the deepest caverns of my soul. I suppose it's time. I need to be more careful of what I wish for. My world is magnified again. I won't make the same mistakes I made in the past so fear not. I'm in it for the long ( Read more... )

"It's like I'm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck being packed in with fertilizer and fuel oil pushed off a cliff by a suicidal mickey mouse."

Yeah. Exactly like that.

What's wrong with me? Why do I just not give a damn? I'm never happy. Ever. I'm so fucking sick of my life I could puke. Complacent, tired, and bored. I hate this. I hate feeling this way. Every second is torture. My issue isn't so much with myself. I like me how I am. It's with everything around me. The air, the sky, the sun, ( Read more... )