This is my revel. There are many others like it, but this one is mine...!

Jan 30, 2012 17:11

Today was sucktacular for no obvious or apparent reason. Started off sucky and it will probably end up very sucky. My job today dragged on and on and on. It was one of those mornings when the minutes would not change on the clock and I found myself checking on those minutes constantly hoping for release. I've been rather argumentative too which probably doesn't help my situation. All morning I found myself giving inauspicious looks to everyone around me: supervisors, customers, fellow co-workers, and even colleagues who are more than just mere co-workers. They're awesome people. And I used my face as a weapon and treated them like garbage which I'm now angry at myself about. Probably didn't help that all of my clothes were making me feel fucking uncomfortable and as if my skin was covered in fly paper. Nothing a little incense, red wine, and bad humor can't fix right?

Actually, I made an attempt to compare and contrast the American and European versions of Dawn of the Dead. Sorry Europe, but the American version kicked more ass with its unusual black comedy jokes and more appropriate music. Still a pretty standard movie considering what it was trying to accomplish for the viewer. Usually I'm not a fan of zombie flicks in terms of the horror/terror genre, but Dawn of the Dead is pretty entertaining just like Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds or Poltergeist. I'm considering watching American Psycho just for kicks. Any prior opinions?

Today is Purple Dragon's birthday. She's my best friend and I have no idea what we could possibly do besides me bopping her on the head and cooking chinese food. O.=.o I guess it's her birthday and she can celebrate it as she pleases, but I can't help but recall how our friendship works as a mechanism. Normally I'd find something for us to do, we do it, and thus causes an event to be chiseled into the timeline that hosts both of our butts.

movies, birthday, depression

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