So today was a total write-off. I kept looking out of my darkened room and thinking
"my, my, my it looks hot out there." I never actually found out if it was hot,
but Daria came home with a farmer's tan so that is an indication that yes it was hot out
I'm sick... *hack*cough*gag*. And yes I expect ALOT of sympathy. This "bug" I
picked up on the coast is ravaging my tender, although lovingly plump, frame to the point
of feeling certain that my eyelids hurt (I stole that line off of D.Letterman show the
other night). Greg is being most attentive to my needs, he's just doing it over the phone
He's being a bit of a freak lately as he keeps making every conversation sexual. Mostly
because we haven't had sex lately I guess. It doesn't turn me on particularly, but I
pretend to get all excited so that he in turn can stop me in my tracks... he then gets to
walk around all day thinking he "got me" and I get the satisfaction of knowing
that I made my boyfriend feel good. And maybe even gave him a chubber, who knows.
Elizabeth updated today... WOO-HOO. I was just about to E-mail her ass and tell her to
put fingers to key, but she beat me to it. Actually I'm not that pushy, but sometimes I
like to envision myself as having this pushy bitch side to me. Hey if it helps me sleep at
night then really its my business don't you think?
I'm re-reading Mansfield Park right now. Poor, poor Fanny Price... such a tragic thing.
Speaking of travesty... I rented Good Will Hunting. Or is that "Hunting Will Down
and Hitting Him With a Big Stick". I don't know, it just didn't work for me. Too much
contrived dialogue and predictable outcomes to a story that is anything but new. Don't get
me wrong I did "well up" a few times, but that was in response to the formula
interspersing of tear-jerking moments.
It's kinda funny in how you can take the vision of the fucked up kid from the wrong
side of the tracks and make it into a movie that everyone can empathize with and yearn
for. Yet if 99% of the people who are gonna run out and buy this movie were to know Will
Hunting in RL... he'd just be another fucked up loser with issues. That to me is the real
irony of a movie like this. And I'm sorry, but that closing scene of that car
driving off into the unknown... *GAG*. I'm sure that had to be Matt Damon's doing and not
When it ended Daria looks at me all misty eyed and says "is that not the best
written screenplay you've ever seen". I thought to myself "actually honey, I
only watched the movie, I've yet to see the screenplay". Me
thinks that she is too quick to buy into what Hollywood says about its own. Now Chasing
Amy and Six Degrees of Separation... that was brilliant writing. IMHO. And Ben Affleck is
a god, so that definitely saved it to a large degree.
One last note... Robin Williams does rock, but isn't the whole image of the teddy bear
counselor getting old? I audibly groaned when he entered the one scene wearing the green
cable knit cardigan.... "oh look a therapist in a cardigan... never seen that before,
I know it got shitty reviews but next up is Palmetto. I have a thing for Gina Gershon.
She again is one of those women that can make a gay boy go straight.
Oh yeah, for those of you that don't know yet... Noah and Jaeyde have both started
online journals, if you get the time stop by and have a peek at them. Just watch your
hands before you go mucking around their homepages... I won't have my friends being mussed
up by the likes of you. =P
PS: Yer postcards are in the mail... and one bottle was indeed tossed
into the ocean, and littering is not my most admirable trait so def appreciate that
PPS: Daria is going to see a psychic tomorrow and keeps hassling me to
read her cards, she just dropped a natal chart in my lap and asked me to define it for
her. She recently has started thinking of me as some sort of spiritual medium because I
did a handwriting analysis from her "dream journal" the other night. She'll get
past it, they always do.