I'm over it, how about you?
Well, bad news to report, boys and girls. I'm officially off the wagon again. Yup. I have officially delved back into the wide world of coffee after a brief, yet notable hiatus. I try this every so often, as to not completely disintegrate my stomach lining, and I really thought I had given up the good stuff for...well...good. But alas, I was wrong. Such is life. On a more happy and uplifting note, I've been totally enjoying my ulcer inducing beverages. Over the weekend I must have consumed around 8 of the 10 cups of the pot of coffee we made. I know, not the best idea I've ever had, but as the saying goes: when ya got it...flaunt it.
In other news, I saw "Garden State" yesterday. If there were ever a movie that I shouldn't go see bymyself on a rainy night, right smack dab in the middle of one of my infamous "What does it all mean" stages, this would be it. It's about a twenty-something male, who returns to Jersey and prompty attempts to figure out his life and fall in love with this somewhat quirky girl he meets by chance. Introspection and irony abound, and Natalie Portman is terribly hot. And I may or may not have fallen in love with her during the course of the 109 minutes.
And I hate that I do this, but I keep falling in love with fictional characters. Its insane. In the past two weeks, I've fallen (and fallen hard) for not one, but two completely imaginary people. Talk about pathetic. Maybe its because I have a severe lack of real people I could concievably fall in love with, maybe I'm just completely pathetic. Either way, its rather depressing, and I want it to stop.
Ok. Enough of me moping about.
In other news, I saw "Garden State" yesterday. If there were ever a movie that I shouldn't go see bymyself on a rainy night, right smack dab in the middle of one of my infamous "What does it all mean" stages, this would be it. It's about a twenty-something male, who returns to Jersey and prompty attempts to figure out his life and fall in love with this somewhat quirky girl he meets by chance. Introspection and irony abound, and Natalie Portman is terribly hot. And I may or may not have fallen in love with her during the course of the 109 minutes.
And I hate that I do this, but I keep falling in love with fictional characters. Its insane. In the past two weeks, I've fallen (and fallen hard) for not one, but two completely imaginary people. Talk about pathetic. Maybe its because I have a severe lack of real people I could concievably fall in love with, maybe I'm just completely pathetic. Either way, its rather depressing, and I want it to stop.
Ok. Enough of me moping about.