the trees are bare, and everywhere the streets are full of strangers
Donnie Darko
Creepy, disturbing movie that made me burrow my face in a pillow on more than one occasion. Don't really understand that film. It scared me, yo. No, really...it scared me. I don't know why, as I didn't totally "get it," but it left me feeling generally unsettled and anxious.
The perils of dorm-room decorating are vicious and manifold.
At times life seems so grim and cheerless that I can't find one positive thing to say.
Fortunately, this isn't one of those times.
My mom is pretty much the sweetest woman ever. I love my car in all its serviceable, unfashionable glory. I love happy music. I love people.
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed with warm, fuzzy feelings toward the human race in general. On other occasions, I'm inundated with seething resentment toward it. Just depends, I guess. But when people unite to accomplish good things, I love them. When they are obnoxious and petty, I don't like them much. I don't know. I'm confused and tired and, like I said, full of anxiety. Soon I'll be carried away by a soothing tide of sleep, I hope, and the anxiety will have been washed away by morningtide.
Mo Rocca is rather rakishly dapper.