Oh it's been a long day, but it's been a good one.
Up at 10am for a 2 mile jog. Also, I'd like to say God bless women's exercise fashion. It's just so damn comfortable...I mean, so good to look at. Definitely good to look at.
Now that I've outed myself as a jogging stalker, let's move on.
I went looking for running shoes today, since mine are hitting the 2 year mark. I found some nice, cheap Pumas at the mall, but it was next to impossible to find a clerk to help me, so after staring at the shoes for 10 minutes and having 2 clerks give me the, "just a minute" crap I decided I'd try it again another day.
I did buy Little Children (the movie, just to clarify), which is an excellent, excellent movie, and by far my favorite book-to-movie adaptation. Of course now anytime I say I like Little Children, I watch Little Children, or I say something like, "Would you like to watch Little Children with me?" I will be met with many phone calls to local law enforcement. Excellent movie, horrible, horrible title. To clarify, the title is a metaphor for how adults can sometimes act like little children, but it doesn't make what I say any less creepy sounding.
When I'm a dad, if playground moms refer to me as the Prom King and I get to carry on a passionate love affair with Kate Winslet, then my life will be complete.
Top 5 movies, only criteria being that I own the movies
1. Little Children
2. High Fidelity
3. Rebel Without A Cause
4. Brick
5. The Beach
Also, a bottle of wine, essential for the week ahead.
So I've finally come up with a good story idea which I need to get started on lest I forget. Let's just say it's about the most awkward dinner conversation ever. Maybe I'll let you peek at the first draft, but then again, like Hemingway said, "All first drafts are shit."
And like Jim Harrison said, "Start at page one and write like a motherfucker."
Up at 10am for a 2 mile jog. Also, I'd like to say God bless women's exercise fashion. It's just so damn comfortable...I mean, so good to look at. Definitely good to look at.
Now that I've outed myself as a jogging stalker, let's move on.
I went looking for running shoes today, since mine are hitting the 2 year mark. I found some nice, cheap Pumas at the mall, but it was next to impossible to find a clerk to help me, so after staring at the shoes for 10 minutes and having 2 clerks give me the, "just a minute" crap I decided I'd try it again another day.
I did buy Little Children (the movie, just to clarify), which is an excellent, excellent movie, and by far my favorite book-to-movie adaptation. Of course now anytime I say I like Little Children, I watch Little Children, or I say something like, "Would you like to watch Little Children with me?" I will be met with many phone calls to local law enforcement. Excellent movie, horrible, horrible title. To clarify, the title is a metaphor for how adults can sometimes act like little children, but it doesn't make what I say any less creepy sounding.
When I'm a dad, if playground moms refer to me as the Prom King and I get to carry on a passionate love affair with Kate Winslet, then my life will be complete.
Top 5 movies, only criteria being that I own the movies
1. Little Children
2. High Fidelity
3. Rebel Without A Cause
4. Brick
5. The Beach
Also, a bottle of wine, essential for the week ahead.
So I've finally come up with a good story idea which I need to get started on lest I forget. Let's just say it's about the most awkward dinner conversation ever. Maybe I'll let you peek at the first draft, but then again, like Hemingway said, "All first drafts are shit."
And like Jim Harrison said, "Start at page one and write like a motherfucker."