emiloo

I watched a pretty cool movie last night called Happiness. I love movies w/ exaggerated reality, if u know what i mean. The scene between the serial rapist dad and his questioning son was heart wrenching. I must say that little boy was a very convincing actor...he wasn't overly cute or precocious, and not stiff either. And for some reason I got off watching a bloated pervert and little boy masturbating. (Seperately, not together, thank god.) I'm either fuckin sick, or just sexually/affectionately starved. Either way, it was a good movie. I'd watch it again.

I think I'm coming to terms w/ my boy's absence. I'm trying to accept that he's just a normal 18 year old guy experiencing his first year of college like any other typical guy. I guess I just thought he was better than typical. I'm learning.

I'm listening to Christina Aguilera right now, the Stripped album. Not my usual genre of music, but I actually like this cd. Sometimes. I have to be in the mood for it. Plus, it's fun for singing at the top of your lungs w/. I have a pretty versatile voice, but it usually sounds best w/ pop. That sucks. Maybe I should take 5 minutes out of every day to just scream until my voice becomes harder. That would hurt, nevermind. What's everyone else being for Halloween? I'm stuck between dark/goth angel thing or Alex from Clockwork Orange. Good excuse to fake an accent all night, and to randomly hump people's legs for my rape re-enactments. Rape is the most fucked up thing in the world. Especially child rape. How are children even sexually attractive? Those people need to get a life, or at least a blow-up doll. Or help. Serious mental help. Anyway, no ones gonna read this cuz they'll see how long it is and skip it. Thats what i usually do neway. Oh well. Byebye