But Tell Us How You Really Feel...
I had to update my journal, for the first time in over 7 or 8 months, to say that I just watched the worst movie I have ever seen. I can't even sleep because I have hatred fucking wafting off of me like the stench of rotting flesh. And I need to just sit here, take a minute to calm down so my nightmares don't slit my wrists in my sleep. This movie was an ethereal skullfuck to every storytelling convention that exists. I swear to the curb stomping Gods that if I ever see Kevin Smith in LA, I am going to rage so hard at him my words turn to vomit. I need to go wash my eyes out with some silly shit to reclaim some semblance of sanity.
If I don't wake up tomorrow, Kevin Smith killed me.
If I don't wake up tomorrow, Kevin Smith killed me.