for fuck's sake
i watched wall-e last night, and perhaps it is the weather, perhaps it is my own fragile sick-of-england state, but i just fell tragically in love with it. and for some stupid reason now i can't stop thinking sadly about how poor wall-e carries on crunching rubbish every day even though there's no reason for him to, and how when he is scared he folds himself down into a sad little square box, how he rocks himself to sleep in his sad abandoned world that he has tried to fill with fairy lights and old movies. his lunchbox and his little trailer full of stuff he's collected reminds me of so many upsetting things. and then at the end eve had to try to fix him with his own rusty dirty tools and i had tears streaming down my face. what exactly is wrong with me? wall-e reminded me of et although et is much sadder. i am just waiting for the new mount eerie album to download. it is so cold.