pica_pica

I seem to notice that sometimes weeks and weeks can go by, and Ill have absolutely zero connection to ANY part inside of me that can connect me through to anything meaningful.

Yknow? I simply call it flatline, and Ive been flat line for a while again. (insert repeating underscores here.)

Blip.

On a completely unrelated note, Im half embarrassed to say I watched Singing in the Rain for the first time last night.

of that embarrassment comes from the fact that I made a point of sitting down and watching Singing in the Rain last night.

The other comes from the fact that it was the first time Ive ever seen that fucking brilliant movie.

That equals half.

I seriously had absolutely no idea that thing was good, I mean come on.. its a fucking musical with DANCING.

TAP DANCING.

But Daammmmn. I will watch it again, if only to vicariously go back in time and fall in lust with Cyd Charisse. I really must fix my DVD player and get some appropriate screen caps. I was totally blown away by some of the costumes in this thing

(Thank you to a certain somebody for bringing it over.)

Anyways, this has been a blip in the flatline. Other than that, Im still pretty much just zzzzz