And they'll be lacing fingers through the notches in your spine...
I saw the Doors last night. The Oliver Stone biopic. It was *alright*. Nothing special. It was no JFK, which is one hell of a movie. The best part of the Doors by far was the music. I liked Kyle Maclachlan as Ray Manzarek. But the film was riddled with historical inaccuracies, and Jim morrison was portrayed as some kind of sociopath. I have to imagine he wasn't like that all of the time. I just wish I wasn't so fucking timid. I'm losing any opportuinties I may have. Looks like Joel has scored with yet another girl I kind of liked. I don't know if it's just cause we know the same people, but he seems to be picking them off one by one. Well, good for him. Wish I had that kind of confidence. Fuck it. I gotta tell her. I cannot keep up this fucking game. It's gotta be today. I'm going to end up regretting this if I don't. I'll probably regret it if I do, but at least I'll know. Christ. Neutral Milk Hotel. In the Aeroplane Over the Sea. What a fucking album. Do yourself a favor and go out and buy it. If you already own it, listen to it.