maybe i, just set aside, the fact that you're broken-hearted...
i nearly forgot i had a journal that was indeed live. so, here i am. i just started coughing, but i hope i'm not coming down with anything. i don't get sick, i GIVE IT!! er, something.
i got a recipe to make shrimp scampi today, and i gotta say, it wasn't too bad. i used angel hair pasta though, which i'm not much of a fan of, but i think next time i'll attempt some egg noodles or fettechini. Just for fun, you know. i'll also cook the shrimp a little longer next time, but all in all it was quite tasty. Also made a ceasar salad, and jess and i finished a bottle of chard. not a big fan of that white wine but, eh, it does the trick. we're getting tattoos soon. i dont know of what, but i want more...maybe not so much on my wrist this time.
i was doing really good this week on not smoking, but i bought a pack last night. over the course of the weekend i had a total of 3 cigarettes. i think it's because on thursday i smoked a pack and a half by myself- go me!
i'm sick of people bad mouthing broken flowers calling it a terrible movie just because it has no resolution. i understand that you'd be pissed because you want to know who bill murray's character's kid is, and i'm sure he does too, but that's not what the movie was about. it was all about the journey, not the resolution. and there were dipshits in my class bitching how he should have somewhat changed after all his encounters....NO! he's not going to go through an earth-shattering change after every ex-gf he talks to. i think he did go through a change at the end or else he might not have approached the kid in the diner. im mainly rebutting from memory cause i haven't seen it since it was at the theatres last summer, but it really was a great film. even though his character was similar to the lost in translation role, but whatever, he's great at those mid-life crisis, broken man who wants a change parts.
james blunt was singing on some talk show today, i think it was oprah that my parents left on, but he creeps me out. when he's singing i dont know whether to hug him, or punch him in the face, cause either way he's going to be crying. him and his stupid songs, with the stupid lyrics....ugh! makes me wanna cry, then punch myself in the face.
i got a recipe to make shrimp scampi today, and i gotta say, it wasn't too bad. i used angel hair pasta though, which i'm not much of a fan of, but i think next time i'll attempt some egg noodles or fettechini. Just for fun, you know. i'll also cook the shrimp a little longer next time, but all in all it was quite tasty. Also made a ceasar salad, and jess and i finished a bottle of chard. not a big fan of that white wine but, eh, it does the trick. we're getting tattoos soon. i dont know of what, but i want more...maybe not so much on my wrist this time.
i was doing really good this week on not smoking, but i bought a pack last night. over the course of the weekend i had a total of 3 cigarettes. i think it's because on thursday i smoked a pack and a half by myself- go me!
i'm sick of people bad mouthing broken flowers calling it a terrible movie just because it has no resolution. i understand that you'd be pissed because you want to know who bill murray's character's kid is, and i'm sure he does too, but that's not what the movie was about. it was all about the journey, not the resolution. and there were dipshits in my class bitching how he should have somewhat changed after all his encounters....NO! he's not going to go through an earth-shattering change after every ex-gf he talks to. i think he did go through a change at the end or else he might not have approached the kid in the diner. im mainly rebutting from memory cause i haven't seen it since it was at the theatres last summer, but it really was a great film. even though his character was similar to the lost in translation role, but whatever, he's great at those mid-life crisis, broken man who wants a change parts.
james blunt was singing on some talk show today, i think it was oprah that my parents left on, but he creeps me out. when he's singing i dont know whether to hug him, or punch him in the face, cause either way he's going to be crying. him and his stupid songs, with the stupid lyrics....ugh! makes me wanna cry, then punch myself in the face.