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Crick Neck Creek
Feb. 7th, 2002 08:13 am
Hey there, all...
I'm here with the thickest McDonald's bacon, egg and cheese biscuit ever recorded, about to watch "Moulin Rouge!" for the 13th time. If you think that's bad, consider the fact that this is only the second time I've seen it since I got it on DVD for Christmas.
And if you think *that's* bad, well...there are others far, far worse than I. Trust me.
Despite being blind-sided by some sort of weird and funky cold ("Captain Trips!"), I'm still reading "The Stand". And it's really good. Much better than the miniseries. In fact, compared to the book, the miniseries is utter and complete festering shit. We shall not speak of the miniseries again in my presence.
Beyond that, I feel much, much better. I still have this lingering sense of shame and self-doubt preying on my stomach for some reason...and I think I've gotten it narrowed down. No rest for the wicked.
I'm...OK. I shouldn't be in love right now...but I am. With too many people. Is it really love, then? Why am I in such a hurry to get into another relationship when it's been proven I'm a spectacular fuck-up with them all? I'd really not like to have another ex-boyfriend for a while (they might start to unionize), especially since I'm only 21.
So, I'm going to go watch a movie where love is true, clear-cut and non-confusing. It's also heartbreakingly romantic, extravagant and quite possibly my favourite movie ever. And I wish I weren't watching it alone.
I'm here with the thickest McDonald's bacon, egg and cheese biscuit ever recorded, about to watch "Moulin Rouge!" for the 13th time. If you think that's bad, consider the fact that this is only the second time I've seen it since I got it on DVD for Christmas.
And if you think *that's* bad, well...there are others far, far worse than I. Trust me.
Despite being blind-sided by some sort of weird and funky cold ("Captain Trips!"), I'm still reading "The Stand". And it's really good. Much better than the miniseries. In fact, compared to the book, the miniseries is utter and complete festering shit. We shall not speak of the miniseries again in my presence.
Beyond that, I feel much, much better. I still have this lingering sense of shame and self-doubt preying on my stomach for some reason...and I think I've gotten it narrowed down. No rest for the wicked.
I'm...OK. I shouldn't be in love right now...but I am. With too many people. Is it really love, then? Why am I in such a hurry to get into another relationship when it's been proven I'm a spectacular fuck-up with them all? I'd really not like to have another ex-boyfriend for a while (they might start to unionize), especially since I'm only 21.
So, I'm going to go watch a movie where love is true, clear-cut and non-confusing. It's also heartbreakingly romantic, extravagant and quite possibly my favourite movie ever. And I wish I weren't watching it alone.
