what a strange and dumb thing owning stuff is. i've been sorting through everything i've got for 5 hours and i feel messed now. some things from baby years, some from elementary school, highschool so forth. i'm most spooked after switching things around now these different periods swim in boxes together. half of it is ready to go frigoff into the world, the other half is staying with me for some reason. i'm trying to remember what stuff i decided to hold onto and i can't remember. just stuff. the whole time too i found myself wondering how much it all weighed. oh shoes some books. some clothes, a whole bag of adapters and old cellphones, the amount of gloves i own is especially throwing me off. anyways it's overwhelming but i think i'm almost done and i'm pretty sure i won't be accepting any new things for a long while
i think my birthday really turned "over" a new "leaf", i feel so ghey i could ghey. i'm still not thinking up any good ideas, but at least i'm thinking up some ideas. plus i've regained interest in what other people do.
plus it's somer so everyone just wants to be ghey
i am not a big M Night Shamaliman fan
Caligula is not a good movie
fucking hate virgin mobile
my Mum told me about a date she went on with my Dad in Poland sometime late 80s, they were both in their late 20s. To this day I don't understand why, but he took her to see Blue Velvet. The way she describes how uncomfortable the movie made her feel makes me nauseous. why would you torture such a sweet girl like that of course she hated it.
you know what i think is trife? the full 20 minutes it takes to "establish" shit at the beginning of dees movies. if you're gonna follow the most boring structure of all time, you might as well go fuckyerself
there is something really calming about Ravenous. the notion of having to kill and eat someone in order to feel satisfied is quite sweet I find. everyone just trying to get by, cute snowy huts, cute stew, i could watch it over and over again and feel pretty cute