there was something in the air that night

i was walking around somewhere, a while ago on a day when i happened to be wearing an abba shirt. amazingly, i don't recall getting my ass beat down on the street on that particular evening. i might as well have though, because as i walked passed a sketchy looking man with an interesting, but don't-stare-at-it-for-too-long facial hair growth pattern, he felt the need to exclaim in a sarcastic tone, "abba rocks!" i may or may not have given a weak smile in reply, wanting to escape the situation in the timeliest manner possible. i also may or may not have gone home and cried into my pillow with Fernando playing in the background.

...maybe he wasn't being sarcastic?

my equivalent of an "i saw you"

the other day
someone briefly mentioned how they liked turner classic movies
i can't remember who
but whoever it is
i love them

fuck

why does all the good stuff have to cause cancer?
just my fucking luck. look, internal rhyme(?).

the one exception to the rule that i can think of is cigarettes. not even ben could make smoking look hot.
i wanted to write someone else's name instead of ben's.








...bueller?

ummmm

i haven't been on the computer for like 12 years! this week i got about 4 hours of sleep total. i love my life.
doesn't the movie Rent look like the biggest peice of cinematic fecal matter there ever was? the commercial angers me. it looks like it's going to try to inspire me/make me a better person/make me happy (try, i said), therefore watching it is out of the question. i was never really even considering watching it anyway, i just wanted to finish that sentence. i can predict what's going to happen just from being bombarded by that ad every time someone in my vicinity turns a tv on. someone gets aids, someone does drugs, someone has a bad relationship with their parents, someone has an audition, someone is a homosexual, someone can't pay the RENT, someone dies, someone sings, someone dances, someone gets in a fight. there's the movie. i just saved you $11. now i will allow every single one of you to buy me lunch. or maybe a hat. actually i am pretty fucking happy if you take out the lack of sleep so Rent can go fuck itself. you know who else can go fuck themselves? kathleen hanna, jd samson, and johanna fateman.

now i know how russia felt when germany stabbed her in the back. excuse me, i'm going to go cry into my pillow.

one for the grandkids

so my parents are going to be away for a while. and what am i doing? aside from making hot english teacher seduction plans, searching for books on persian cooking at amazon.com of course. it's what all the cool kids do on a sunday night. and what do i get? kingdom of heaven on dvd. geez, amazon! i have three things to say about this. first: isn't there something a little bit racist about this? not that i have any problems with that, i'm just saying. second: it's an awful movie. there's really no excuse. third: i want my fucking gormeh sabzi!

that's all. yes, i opened a new window just to post this.
and yes, i will continue to shop at amazon. it's like asking imbecilic high school kids to stop going to shitty shows at the croatian.
i guess i was kind of pushing it trying to make that analogy fit, but i wanted to throw in an insult about the croatian cultural centre and all the fucking idiots that go there into this entry.