And if I make it through today, will tomorrow be the same?
2003-01-19 - 11:17 p.m.

The moon is giving off a weird orange glow ... it's one of those nights where if I didn't know better I would find the idea of it consisting entirely of cheese as completely plausible.

However I thankfully know enough to know that it is only partially made of cheese.

Narf.

I watched First Knight again, for about the billionth time I'm sure, and of course I'm sure I'll watch it a billion times more...

Sword swinging Richard Gere all chivalrous and knighty, *happy sigh*...

But it's not just the richard gere-idity that makes me love it, I can so be deeper than that.

I also love the part where Sean Connery is all dead (I don't get what women see in him, really don't) and they're sending his corpse out to sea and the light through the clouds is all pretty and they lift up their swords in farewell, as if to say "look, our swords, shiiiiny,"...

I didn't say much deeper.

Valentine's Day is barely in sight and yet the propaganda is already beginning. I keep getting junk emails with it in the title and even though it is so obviously porn or other crap I still have to fight myself to not open, just on the off-off-off-off-off-off chance that someone called Alton is wishing me a Happy Valentine's day... damn me, shoot me now.

Come on, if I was an animal I'm sure my lameness would have been well recognised and I would have been put down by now...

And not just in the insulting way, because obviously am doing that already.

Last night was Dave McCormack-ness (with the polaroids), ex-guy of Custard, was the muchos good. He did "Girls like that (don't go for guys like us)" which I will always love, as well as cover of that oldish song "I could never be your woman," (which I loved, always love hearing a guy sing it) and a bunch of his songs which were muchos good too.

Need to have more music in my life. Last night had distinct impression that I would have some actually literally in it if I hadn't been born in such a talentless body.

Well. That's not entirely true. I have a talent or two. There's my "skill" of not failing anything no matter how little work I do or how crappy it is. Of course, I don't like this skill at all since I crave being validated as a failure more than even I can imagine....

Oh oh! And I can suck in my cheeks and pull a skeletal face, much to the amusement/horror of my friends.

... Other than those two gems I would say I am bereft, unless you count having long eyelashes as a talent.

These are the things that make me "special", or, as I prefer to put it, "a big freak".

And you?


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