okeee it's 12:15 in the ay-em and i am bored and cruisin around to try and find someone to talk to, but i am still not really getting the hang of these journals and boards and things...it seems like there are people having conversations back and forth and stuff, but maybe it's because of the time difference, but i seem to be waaay away from the times that other people are on here...or, perhaps i am a huge dork and just don't know how to make friends in this vaccuum known as the interweb of cybernia.
it's so frustrating because i can see there's lots of people out here that i would love to have a nice cold gin and tonic with (or two or three or eight), but i am just not getting that "hanging out" vibe as i sit here with my cat (PeeWee), picking the lint from between my toes. he is looking at me as though he wishes a giant catnip bush should sprout from the bloody stump my head used to occupy. ah ha! not today, my feline friend...perhaps tomorrow.muhaaaa.
i think i will take a stroll out to my front porch and enjoy a few hits all by my lonesome. philosophize and watch the stars. FUCK it's so quiet out here...where's the streetcar screeching? where's the belligerent flag seller dude? i actually miss the banter of the portugese man who sounds like pengu, and his lovely wife, "man-woman"...the sight of her bulging calves peering out from under her faded cotton housedress was almost too much for me to take, on a drunken friday night...ah, those were the days, living in toronto without so much as an inkling of adult responsibility and rrsp's and saving for a house and when are we going to have kids and fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkk. maybe mike and i should just give up trying to save for a downpayment, get out of my parents basement, and live with forty grand in student debt forever!!!!! yeah, that sounds like a fucking great plan.
mike is in toronto now, watching the remake of "the ring"...of which i will reserve judgement until i see it myself. i still say there are very few instances where the remake was even close to the original, except maybe the fly. what is with film makers that take a perfectly great movie and fuck it all up by remaking it hollywood style...why can't they just support the distribution of great films, even if they are (gasp) in another language. or (double gasp) old. like the haunting...that movie creeped the shit out of me as a kid, julie christie gave me the willies, and it was also one of the first movies where i thought, "is that lady, you know, making eyes at julie christie?"...i was old enough to pick up on it, but too young to get why they'd never actually SHOW any direct lusty advances made by women toward another woman. boy i'm really on a tangent tonight. maybe jerking off will help shut my brain up a little bit. bye.
it's so frustrating because i can see there's lots of people out here that i would love to have a nice cold gin and tonic with (or two or three or eight), but i am just not getting that "hanging out" vibe as i sit here with my cat (PeeWee), picking the lint from between my toes. he is looking at me as though he wishes a giant catnip bush should sprout from the bloody stump my head used to occupy. ah ha! not today, my feline friend...perhaps tomorrow.muhaaaa.
i think i will take a stroll out to my front porch and enjoy a few hits all by my lonesome. philosophize and watch the stars. FUCK it's so quiet out here...where's the streetcar screeching? where's the belligerent flag seller dude? i actually miss the banter of the portugese man who sounds like pengu, and his lovely wife, "man-woman"...the sight of her bulging calves peering out from under her faded cotton housedress was almost too much for me to take, on a drunken friday night...ah, those were the days, living in toronto without so much as an inkling of adult responsibility and rrsp's and saving for a house and when are we going to have kids and fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkk. maybe mike and i should just give up trying to save for a downpayment, get out of my parents basement, and live with forty grand in student debt forever!!!!! yeah, that sounds like a fucking great plan.
mike is in toronto now, watching the remake of "the ring"...of which i will reserve judgement until i see it myself. i still say there are very few instances where the remake was even close to the original, except maybe the fly. what is with film makers that take a perfectly great movie and fuck it all up by remaking it hollywood style...why can't they just support the distribution of great films, even if they are (gasp) in another language. or (double gasp) old. like the haunting...that movie creeped the shit out of me as a kid, julie christie gave me the willies, and it was also one of the first movies where i thought, "is that lady, you know, making eyes at julie christie?"...i was old enough to pick up on it, but too young to get why they'd never actually SHOW any direct lusty advances made by women toward another woman. boy i'm really on a tangent tonight. maybe jerking off will help shut my brain up a little bit. bye.
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jab:
there's a theory about your life changing in 7 year cycles - 7, 14, 21...21's definitely a big one. who knows, but it was an interesting theory. bring it on 35. i don't remember anything too different about turning 28, but i'm not very good at recalling events by age once i got past the teens.
vervain______:
hi honey. i didn't see cemetary man recently. i respect your anger about women being projected in a negetive and fucked up way. i am usually very keyed into such issues, so much that i feel i am in constant time bomb mode, ready to go off about something i percieve as limiting at any time. i am proud of my passionate, and i think, just nature but i sometimes feel i'm hard to be around and in a perfect world everything would be good, tidy,and clean tasting so i mostly wrote that movie in my favs because it effected me deeply. the ending did'nt leave me the same as i was. but goddamn i'm a little ashamed of myself if i did'nt remember a woman being portrayed as if she was enjoyng rape. i just saw a german film das experiment that contained a scene of a woman getting raped. it was terrible. later, my boyfriend said "i wonder how many were secretly excited over that scene." i walked away i was so pissed at the thought of anyone being so base they would'nt consider the reprocussions(i don't know how to spell that) of a rape. anyway....thanks for dropping in.