william_miller

Are these hooded sweatshirts from the shop supposed to be this tight? And I ordered a large. Yikes. This is the first overwear I've bought that clings to my skinny-boy arms.

At least the shoulders fit reasonably well.

I'm prone to doing weird shit sometimes.

Like sitting in front of a window with headphones on as snow falls in the wintertime. Usually something that sounds like snow falling -- like "Original Of The Species".

And, like every other young adult on the planet -- I lay where I can see the moon in the middle of summer -- and I think.

Usually, I...
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Y'know, I haven't enjoyed any Bond movie besides everything before and including Thunderball, and the exception of Goldeneye.

I also haven't enjoyed anything Paul Haggis has done, period.

However, Casino Royale features Daniel Craig (who was awesome in Road To Perdition, The Jacket, and most recently Munich), Eva Green (from The Dreamers and Kingdom of Heaven), and simply looks like one of those action movies...
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It's been a long weekend. I've spent too much of it arguing with other people, watching them get pissed at me. It makes you wonder how many people really know you when they get mad over something that has been well-known since who knows how long. I've always been someone with a strong sense of his thoughts. I know what I stand for, what I...
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This is like the slowest after-midnight ever. I would've fed gremlins twice already. While I listen to A Charlie Brown Christmas.

So, yesterday, darthspielberg and I found ourselves digging through Bullmoose Music, working to discover a copy of Masters of The Universe. Which didn't happen -- instead, I ended up leaving with Mr. Arkadin (the Criterion Collection one that contains three cuts of the...
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Y'know, today I came to a realization.

I really, really, really love Truffaut's works.

That is all.

So there's yet another problem with the apartment.

*sigh*

I imagine it's from darthspielberg's end -- probably the lack of a notary on his co-signer's signature when it was signed on a different date.

Although that call probably should've gone to him, not me.

But who knows. I'll figure it out tomorrow, and hopefully along the way, I'll grab his lease agreement (which is...
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It was midnight.

The car's headlights were shining right through the trees, scattering nighttime creatures to the left and right, fearful of this roaring mechanical beast that had ruined what, to them, was surely a serene and beautiful night.

In my lap, there was no less than eight pounds of human flesh, wrapped poorly in seran wrap and soaked in it's own bloody juices. Every...
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So my car's CD drive is fucked.

In irony of ironies, I'm now stuck listening to the radio.

At least until I go and buy a 48-pack of double-A batteries and an FM transmitter for my old CD player. I'm not getting fucked out of hearing what I want to hear when I want to hear it.