tired. hungover. and i don't want a lover. that movie 500 days of summer is pretty much just one long awkward situation. it's like going to the porno with your mum. maybe not quite but it's sweaty palms and i don't know why i thought i might want to watch a movie that reminds me how pathetic being dumped feels and how big of a loser it can make you. blargh. inglourious bastards was awesome on the other hand. already want to watch it again. back to the intellectual island that is my bed. tired. hungover. losing my wits.
fascinated that one of my dictionaries has the word madwoman but not madman. it just knows the truth about it all. wanting books on insanity. and cannibalism. and i need to learn how to make a few things. like a giant nba jam blow up. later internet.
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