justanotherjames

Sloughs off foolish words as a snake sheds skin, it's an old habit, hard to break, sometimes they're meaningful and poignant, more often than not a tad on the nonsensical side, I wanted to catch a midnight showing of True Grit the other night, but couldn't find anybody game to accompany me, not that I'm opposed to going and seeing a movie sad bastard style, I bought many a solo seat to (500) Days of Summer, but a Coen Bros. movie feels like it should always be an event to me for some reason. My Don Quixote is peeling it makes me uneasy even though I know it's all part of the process. Anyhoo, I should sleep soon, more X-mas shopping to do manana. Hurrumph!