Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Last argument of kings? Why war of course. Some King of France had it inscribed on his cannons. Hard to be wrong when you're standing on the bodies of thousands of your opponents. Or just the body of one loudmouthed fuck.

Just saying.

Went and saw Date Night, rather amusing I thought. Oooo and one of the best car chases I've ever seen! Put a fucking shirt on :)

I find it neat at how Shivers and Monza gradually change into each other. Shivers starts out trying to be "better" than he was. He wants to get away form the killing and warfare and violence he does so well. Monza just wants to kill everyone who fucked her over. But by the end, Shivers is the blood crazy fucker and Monza is the one who wants to do better and create peace. And when they're both on the fence they fuck like rabbits. Heh rabbits.

Wanna know what's mind-rippingly annoying? Spending half an evening writing emails and messages and even though it's been two days getting no response.

I was thinking about an ongoing conversation with Trish and the girlies about how how gender roles have changed in dating. Opening doors, cutesy gifts, flowers all that "traditional" dating stuff. I kinda like doing that kind of stuff. I've just never felt terribly appreciated when I've tried it before. Some days it was expected and demanded, other days it didn't matter. Damned if I couldn't tell which day I was supposed to do it and which I wasn't. I've decided it doesn't matter anymore. I like doing that crap, expected or not. I guess what I'm saying is that I don't care if it's expected (or demanded) I'm just going to do it. Traditional or not, expected or not, I like it so I'm going to do it. Make sense?

Every woman has a friend who is a slut. If you don't, I've got some bad news for you and good news for the next football team that wanders by.

I err tried writing poetry yesterday. Poetry is hard. That's what she said.

That's me. Testicle is a sound.

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