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My God my moods are susceptible to outside influences. After a particularly shitty weekend, I was convinced there was nothing to hope for, to just accept certain facts and make do with whatever comes my way. In a very bleak sense.
I've just finished watching Shrek, however. And hope is reborn. A kid's movie, but deep down I'm a little kid. I like cartoons and fairy tales and happy endings and sometimes I don't even protest (much) at being dragged to a more romantic film. And even then the scary thought is that sometimes the protesting is just for show.
Bugger. Where'd my macho, tough guy image go?
I've just finished watching Shrek, however. And hope is reborn. A kid's movie, but deep down I'm a little kid. I like cartoons and fairy tales and happy endings and sometimes I don't even protest (much) at being dragged to a more romantic film. And even then the scary thought is that sometimes the protesting is just for show.
Bugger. Where'd my macho, tough guy image go?