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Well there went my wonderful fucking sleep schedule. I got a billion pages of fiction to write but what the fuck. I love procrastination. Whatever. I think I have an emotional hangover. I feel like I drank a ton but I haven’t had a drop of alcohol. It’s almost like a buzz really. You just kinda flit through your daily business but your mind is in another universe entirely. It’s partly annoying, and partly kinda exhilarating.
Something was in the fucking water this weekend. First Sister Pie is getting married. Then Dental Chick calls me today to tell me that a guy we knew way back when has MS. Like a doofus, I’m like, “Is that one curable? It isn’t. Oh fuck. Oh fuuuck.”
Then there’s me. Right after I write all that complete fucking bullshit on marriage and posted that George Michael quote last night, I go off and... Now it's even more appropriate. You probably know what. Right after fucking Valentine's Day too. I am such a fucking asshole it's not fucking funny already. It was just one of those deals where something came up so fucking badly and boom, I’m on autopilot. I was doing it before I even gave it an ounce of thought.
Of course, same drill as the last time I got “the call.” I got home and scrubbed every fucking part of my body.
I have a strong feeling it’s not gonna happen again though. It’s not like I’m growing morals or anything. It’s just that it wasn’t as great as I initially thought it was the first time.
I’m scum. I’m the Scum Of The Fucking Universe. I’m trying to think of one but I got zero fucking excuses. I’m just scum.
Maybe I am having a mid-life crisis already. Strangely enough, I never thought of myself as that bad a person. Then you go back and look over the laundry list and you’re like, “WTF?!”
I think it’s the millenium. It’s playing this whole time continuum nutball thing on the whole universe. I give myself this semester. I’m just gonna do whatever cause if I get into grad school, I’ll just become Student Of The Year and no trouble. If I don’t get into grad school, I gotta find a real job and I’ll just become Employee Of The Year and no trouble. I won’t even bother trying to be a decent human being until then.
Oh and the weekend was still even weirder. Kitsune went to a gay bar!!!! I mean, fuck?! Whatever is in the water reservoir this week, dilute it or something already.
By the way, Kitsune’s journal fucking rocks. I swear, nobody does better artsy fartsy entries then him.
This year’s Oscar race is gonna be pretty darn interesting. Aside from a certain war movie nominated for Best Picture, it’s hard to kinda predict how things are gonna go. I really really would be happy to see Shakespeare In Love win though.
Everybody loves Tom Hanks but Ian McKellen supposedly did real good work in Gods And Monsters. Not that I would know cause the dumbfuck theaters here didn’t book the fucking movie.
Gwyneth (sp?) Paltrow’s probably gonna win Best Actress but you never know. The voters might get limey fever and vote for Cate Blanchett instead. Not that I would know cause I refused to see Elizabeth. I don’t really care for big costume movies.
I also really want to see Judi Dench win Best Supporting Actress. She may not have been on the screen long in Shakespeare In Love but for crying out loud, she’s M!!!!! You don’t get any more fucking cooler than that. Hell, she should have been nominated for being M! For that matter, Michelle Yeoh should’ve been nominated for Best Actress that year too.
I’m still kinda pissed Out Of Sight only got the booby prize screenplay nomination.
And no matter how you feel about that Aerosmith song “I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing,” keep in mind that Steven Tyler And The Geezers are basically the only thing standing in the way of Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston winning the Oscar.
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