I was watching 23, and the scene where the lead calls out to her mate to tie her tight... was immensely heartbreaking. How so? Well, let's just say it was something similar, something exciting that had been given up. I must stop this nostalgia. This madness, this unhealthy euphoria whenever something remotely close comes to my senses...Visually, audibly, even my sense of smell is affected when a whiff of Swiss Army comes near... Yes , you aren't the only one with that scent, and I so hate it. That your control over me retains its vile strength. I do not wallow in self pity and self indulgence, I strive on human touch and emotional baggage is just not condusive to breaking out from the shell... Not when it seems I should be caring for your own baggage.
I dwell on minutiae and I know you like that, all women do. Wouldn't you agree, that the most senstive men pay attention to your slightest needs, and how funny it is that movies more often than not depict that good men are either gay, married, or dead. I am a good man. I guess I'm not bad enough.
Watching: The Number 23 - Jim Carrey (Dir: Joel Schumacher)
A good show, nice twists and turns but no roller coaster ride here. Not much of a thriller but the dreamscape of storytelling helps to lighten the mood. I wish those fucking censorship board assholes wouldn't cut out so much, put a R21 on it for god's sake if you're so worried about censorship. Who gives a damn about 18 year olds when I'm 25. Unless you're 18 and female and ready and willing...
Listening: Nothing.
Reading: Nothing at the moment. Have taken a short break.
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