They're fake humans. They're parroting sympathy and telling us what we wanna hear. They're showing us what we want to see. And we take it as something genuine. Possibly because we're actually that stupid. Or because we think we're not good enough. So we buy it. Rich famous celebrities are cool and hip and better than you. Even more so if they have a lot of diamonds and expensive clothesnamely furs. You know, because killing an oppressed, abused animal for fashion isn't enough, we must also support one of the greatest modern crimes against humanitythe diamond trade. I find it incredibly ironic that black Americans support the diamond trade seeing as though it's African children who are enslaved, beaten and forced to mine the fucking diamonds. But you gotta have that ice, right? I'm looking at you, P. Diddy.
I'm so sick of this place. America, i mean. Or American pop culture or Americans or something. If we all hate the fucking celebrities then why do we obsess over everything that they do?
It's all very high school and all very boring. And irritating.
Honestly, i dont give a fuck what she's wearing.
Honestly. Atleast act like a fucking human. It's all very Please, just fake empathy so we can love you! And that's not enough. Not today.
So anyway, i watch the new Harry Potter movieand i loved it.
Dodgeball i hated.
The Bourne Supremacy was good, better than the first, and that's saying a lot. Though both are PG13 kill fests, but i dont wanna go into that.
Maria Full Of Grace is next. I've been waiting a couple months to see this moviesince i saw it previewed on IFC. I hope it's good. I dont wanna end the nite on a downer. I dont wanna go out and rent something else. I dont wanna do anything but sleep and wake up tomorrow afternoon and feel better.
Oh, and fuck translation and encryption. Fuck it, if i cant say it, i just wont say it.
and so on...
She says, I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds.
I don't. I mean, it's what Adam would have wanted.
She says, Do you have any rubbers?
I say, i thought you were baron.
Sure I'm sterile, she says, but I've had unprotected sex with a million guys. I could have a terrible disease.
I say that would be a problem if i wanted to live a lot longer.
Fertility says, That's how i feel about my giant credit card debt.
So we have sex.
If you can call it that.
After waiting all my life, i get myself in her just a half an inch and it's all over.
Well, Fertility says, pushing me away, I hope that was really empowering for you.
She doesn't give me a second shot at making love.
If you can call it that.
A long time after she falls asleep, i watch her and wonder about her dreaming, if she's dreaming up some terrible new murder or suicide or disaster. And if she's dreaming of me.
this is so fucked up. I lost a short story. I'm sure i still have the notes and everything, but...goddamnit. Maybe it's on my old machine somewhere, but i already glossed over it and couldnt find it. It wasnt finished or whatever, so whatever. But still.
Seriously, though, fuck this. Ive gotta do something, just sitting about isnt getting me over this.
I feel very awkward right now.
I've got such a boner for Kari from Mythbusters. She reminds me of someone. This kinda makes Mythbusters hard to watch......i cant keep my eyes open....vodka time.
I'm so sick of this place. America, i mean. Or American pop culture or Americans or something. If we all hate the fucking celebrities then why do we obsess over everything that they do?
It's all very high school and all very boring. And irritating.
Honestly, i dont give a fuck what she's wearing.
Honestly. Atleast act like a fucking human. It's all very Please, just fake empathy so we can love you! And that's not enough. Not today.
So anyway, i watch the new Harry Potter movieand i loved it.
Dodgeball i hated.
The Bourne Supremacy was good, better than the first, and that's saying a lot. Though both are PG13 kill fests, but i dont wanna go into that.
Maria Full Of Grace is next. I've been waiting a couple months to see this moviesince i saw it previewed on IFC. I hope it's good. I dont wanna end the nite on a downer. I dont wanna go out and rent something else. I dont wanna do anything but sleep and wake up tomorrow afternoon and feel better.
Oh, and fuck translation and encryption. Fuck it, if i cant say it, i just wont say it.
and so on...
She says, I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds.
I don't. I mean, it's what Adam would have wanted.
She says, Do you have any rubbers?
I say, i thought you were baron.
Sure I'm sterile, she says, but I've had unprotected sex with a million guys. I could have a terrible disease.
I say that would be a problem if i wanted to live a lot longer.
Fertility says, That's how i feel about my giant credit card debt.
So we have sex.
If you can call it that.
After waiting all my life, i get myself in her just a half an inch and it's all over.
Well, Fertility says, pushing me away, I hope that was really empowering for you.
She doesn't give me a second shot at making love.
If you can call it that.
A long time after she falls asleep, i watch her and wonder about her dreaming, if she's dreaming up some terrible new murder or suicide or disaster. And if she's dreaming of me.
this is so fucked up. I lost a short story. I'm sure i still have the notes and everything, but...goddamnit. Maybe it's on my old machine somewhere, but i already glossed over it and couldnt find it. It wasnt finished or whatever, so whatever. But still.
Seriously, though, fuck this. Ive gotta do something, just sitting about isnt getting me over this.
I feel very awkward right now.
I've got such a boner for Kari from Mythbusters. She reminds me of someone. This kinda makes Mythbusters hard to watch......i cant keep my eyes open....vodka time.