So why do I watch them? By myself? Sweet Jesus.

I have no money, yet I'll buy buy buy.

It's based on Shrew. That's my excuse. Done.

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Fahrenheit 9/11, Bowling for Columbine, the Corporation, and Death of a President in one sitting. The world is a terrible place. All I need to do is watch Zeitgeist again, and my life is made.

My life would be better if I knew how to play guitar. And I had a pony. I just realized.

I really want a pony. I'll settle for a stallion, though.

Good show. I kinda felt that wasn't quite the right venue for that kind of show, though. Too many people in too small of a space - no room to "skank," and so moshing became the order of the day. Music was upbeat, but it became difficult to actually enjoy it, what with elbows in ribs and crowd surfers on head. I remember the lead singer/guitarist ( Read more... )

. . .

Eesh.

Tinkerbell loves Peter Pan, and no amount of alcohol, drugs, or time is going to change that. A thick crust will grow eventually, though, and it will turn bitter on my tongue.

Self-delusion is a wonderful thing, and I can put off the acceptance of this fact for a good, long while.

It was a great weekend. I miss Peter already. (Happy hunting!)

Our hopes and expectations.

Black holes and revelations.

"And as for you, I want to thank you, and I want to curse you, and I have to say goodbye now. I love you. I wish you could be here today."

-Geoffrey Tennant, "The Promised End"

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