Tuesday, October 26
For you hopeless romantics out there - Listening to "All My Love" by Led Zeppelin and walking outside on a beautiful clear autumn day, sky decorated with fading foliaged trees, looking up at the beauty of our world, gives you new life. This is probably the only time I will ever want a professional camera, for I despise them to the deep dark realms of Gwar concerts. I don't get why people who walk outside a lot whether to go to school, to work, or are working, never look up. They either look forward at the stupid fucking neighbors or at the ground at the 2 week maggot/shit infested roadkill on the street or your ugly ass thong slippers or the garbage that assholes like me tend to leave all over the place. Ever since I could remember, I've been walking with head to chest, eyes to concrete, back arched to the sky. But now, I don't know why, I've been looking up. Today was absolutely gorgeous, sometimes I wish autumn would stay forever; never rain, never windy, never freezing, always there for me to ponder about getting laid and licking Izzy Stradlin CD's. Just kidding, I'm not as shallow and full of goose shit as the Reflecting Pool in Washington D.C. It's a peetry dish and rat shit is what it is actually.

I was checking out some guy's ass in lunch today, and some friends sitting next to me were throwing around my empty candy wrapper that I had just emptied minutes ago. I got hit in the face. I learned that I should keep my fantasies strictly limited to times when I'm alone and aware of possible projectiles in the air. For who knows, next time it may be my own bottom dog shit covered shoe.

Last night I watched Amityville II: The Possession. To be totally honest, I purely enjoyed it. Usually horror movies are really, more obsurdly tedious and shitful, for example the Halloween series, but Amityville, I'd have to say I really like it. You may not, but I'm a loser and I do. It did creep me out a bit, being alone in my dark room, door closed, all alone like a little bitch. And being that things having to do with religion and such scare the fucking nasty shit out of me. But switching from that movie to the latest Velvet Revolver performance on Jay Leno makes it seem much better. Scotty Too Hotty cures anybody's weaknesses, better than the pope. Then Conan was on. Conan, Amityville. Conan, demon. Conan, exorcist. Conan, Amityville. Conan, is our Savior.

God I love AMC. Probably 95% of the time, they show a quality movie. And every year's Monsterfest, oh man, greatest fucking thing next to kiddie porn and nachos.


Christina N. @ 7:48 PM