borderline
take a look at this house: http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ny/house-tours/house-tour-martha-and-jeffs-period-piece-new-york-090717
my dream home in terms of style of the house itself, and the interior design that compliments it's era. it's shit like this that really gets me and makes me sad and angry because i know i'll never be able to have something like this. i get emo sometimes too kids. but i should think positively.
my financial situation often makes me think i should just do porn.
but then i read fleshbot posts on my google reader and realize that the sheer possibility of having my picture taken with a man resting his penis on my head is enough to drive me far far away from this career move.
i still like the idea of starting my own site called "the cozy shack" because i'll strip down and spread kozy shack rice pudding (my favourite!) all over myself. oh what fun! men would totally pay for that. right?
the halloween two remake paled in comparison to the original, i think. i just couldn't handle the scenes with the teenage chicks who were awful actors, and that party that was shot like a long form mtv music video. i didn't think rob zombie would stand for such. and the literal interpretation of the white horse and myers' psychological issues? are you fucking kidding me?! but it wasn't as bad as martyrs. omg that fucking french disaster is now what i measure all horror films to.
this labor day weekend is going to rock my socks. and it begins tomorrow afternoon. hells to the yeah.