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Friday, August 6, 1999, 3:52 am
I'm vaguely upset. Me and Ball And Chain have been fighting a lot more lately. Same old shit really.
I'm thinking more and more that maybe it would be a good idea that we break up. I really like the idea of trial separations.
I remember in an interview Mike Myers said something like, the thing about marriage is, you're forced to stay there and try to work stuff out.
Frankly, I'm not sure shit will work out. I've been thinking shit will work out for almost four years already.
I mean, something must be wrong when you're going out with the one person who most often puts you in a bad mood. I remember something Alcohic Nutball told me. He said people don't really piss him off, except for his girlfriend. And the way he said it, he wasn't saying it in the tongue-in-cheek get-in-the-kitchen-and-go-make-babies tone of voice. There was something serious behind it.
And yet he stays around too.
Great Hawaiian Hope couldn't handle it. He just packed and moved out. And he admits that it was probably all him too.
I think about moving on a lot more than I'm willing to admit.
I mean, when you're giving me attitude about the way I play Nintendo, folding a blanket, wearing socks on the carpet, and leaving on the computer all within seconds of each other, I think at the bare minimum, mild disgruntlement from the afflicted party is to be expected.
And I was in a perfectly good Pokemon mood too.
Bought Hairy Editor a Dr. Evil action figure.
Resisted the urge to buy myself a Blair Witch t-shirt. That would've been too much like driving over the Pali with a crate of pork in the backseat.
Went to Toys N Joys simply to pick up one used copy of Street Fighter 3 Alpha and left with said product, as well as Mario Party. Although we didn't get to play Mario Party cause a certain someone decided to act like a major fucking bitch.
I should do more crunches.
I'm too lazy and close-minded to workout at another gym location.
Ate at Okinawan restaurant with my father. I've come to the conclusion that I just don't care for Okinawan food. I mean, yeah, they're my people and all, but Christ, a) there's no taste, and b) there's small portions. From that we can conclude that Okinawans are skinny and they have no tongues.
Ball And Chain says that that's because Okinawan food is poor man's food.
See? I think that's why I don't wanna leave. Everything is connected to Ball And Chain. The Comfort Factor. But then, A Clean Break _is_ getting rid of all of those connections. Do I want to get rid of those connections?
I'm a confused little boy.
Operative word being "little."
I'm just really no good with these things. I have divorce in my genes.
The Haunting. Nice house. Waste of Liam Neeson and Catherine Zeta Jones.
I've noticed two recent trends in film. One, am I the only person who didn't get dizzy or nauseous during The Blair Witch Project? I've read countless journals about how they couldn't handle the shakey video and Dental Chick™ gave me an elaborate recreation of her experience at Dole Cannery and how she had to look at the floor and when she knew a good part was coming up, she would force herself to watch the screen.
Gosh. I mean, I guess I'm used to it cause if you can survive Woody Allen's hand-held camera phase in the early nineties, you can watch anything.
Then there's this whole Mystery Men thing. Everybody and their banana wants to see it. What's wrong with me? I mean, I wanna see it but I don't WANNA see it.
But then again, I'm the one that didn't really care for There's Something About Mary, which then went on the make $29857 trillion.
I think I'm having a bad week.
Oh by the way, Kitsune finally posted the Blair Witch review in Spunker. Hope you like it. Personally, I think that's just plain talent. Being able to make fun of something when you're literally shitting in your pants. I actually scared that something's gonna come after me for making fun. Then again, someone out there did some sort of Blair Witch spoof site that revolved around the character with the same name from the popular television sitcom The Facts Of Life. That's tempting fate far worse, don't you think?
Hmm... This might be why I'm having a bad week...
