Leslie called with a flimsily-masked invitation to join her at some party tonight. I probably should go. Give in to this would-be fling. Try to remember what it's like to make out with a girl. But I pretended not to pick up the hint. So like me. Instead, I'll go see the new Audrey Tatou movie, Dirty Pretty Things. Alone.
Watching The Sterile Cuckoo on Cinemax with Hellacopters on the stereo. I have no idea what this movie is about - no sound - but there's something about Liza Minelli in this role. Those glasses, huge eyes, goofy smile. I'm surprised to find her very cute.
Fuckall, it's just the hair, isn't it? This is becoming a problem. I'll end up the creepy guy who wanders around Baltimore wearing nothing but an old tattered trenchcoat, brandishing a pair of scissors saying "Cut your haaaaiiiir?" to female passers-by.
Help me.
Watching The Sterile Cuckoo on Cinemax with Hellacopters on the stereo. I have no idea what this movie is about - no sound - but there's something about Liza Minelli in this role. Those glasses, huge eyes, goofy smile. I'm surprised to find her very cute.
Fuckall, it's just the hair, isn't it? This is becoming a problem. I'll end up the creepy guy who wanders around Baltimore wearing nothing but an old tattered trenchcoat, brandishing a pair of scissors saying "Cut your haaaaiiiir?" to female passers-by.
Help me.