I think perhaps a succubus is coming into my room at night and draining my life energy because for some reason I'm exhausted tonight.
Too exhausted to get stoned even! How fucked up is that? The thought of actually going and getting my weed and packing a bowl runs through my head, but I'm like "Meh. I'm too tired."
I wonder how I'm going to get out of my chair?
I've been thinking lately that I should write in this thing more, so I'm going to make an effort to do that.
Keep in mind though that I'm the guy who's too lazy to smoke weed.
I bought two shirts at J Crew recently. I'm not sure what that means. They're just two plain button down short sleeve shirts. I went into Urban Outfitters but that didn't go well. I don't get who wears those clothes, man. They were so fuckin ugly. And since when have Ben Sherman shirts been the thing to wear? Has the world gone mad, I ask you?
So I'm still dumped. I've talked to her a couple of times over the past couple of days, and it's fuckin weird. She's been telling me all this stuff and it's like I'm talking to a completely different person.
Tomorrow's the "Hulk" premiere. Ugh I hate those fuckin things. Hollywood bullshit. I wish I didn't have to go. A bunch of people standing around, glad handing one another for doing nothing important, shoving their heads up one another's asses and generally being dicks. I feel so out of place at those things.
Then again, I feel out of place pretty much everywhere I go so I suppose I should just shut the fuck up and go.
In other news, I think I've found a new favorite Suicide Girl. This girl Isobel? Yowza, what a cutie. And she has a Transformers shirt! See how easy I am to please? A Transformers shirt. That's all it takes to make me happy.
Ok, ok, so from what I can tell of her journal she seems like a nice person too, which is always nice. I'd hate to think she was out setting puppies on fire or something.
What else, what else? I picked up a pack of cigarettes last week that I've been slowly working my way through. I try not to smoke more than two cigarettes a day, which is better than that pack-a-day habit I developed while working on "Tenenbaums," but still what the fuck am I thinking? Why not just shove a huge tumor down my throat and get it over with? But then of course that stupid part of my brain kicks in. "No one in your family has had cancer... Grandma is 90 and she's been smoking every day since she was 18..." so of course I just keep smoking. Watch. I'LL be the one who ends up with a hole in his neck.
I admit I'm relying on medical science to progress to a point over the next 40 years so that when I start having emphazema and heart attacks, I can just have a 20 year old body cloned for myself and have my brain popped in and be as good as new.
If that doesn't happen, I'm pretty sure I'm screwed.
Note to self: make sure future doctors grow clone body with a 12 inch penis.
Yay, "King of the Hill" is on. I love Hank Hill. He's one of the best written characters on television.
Ok enough of this. I'm going to attempt to drag myself into bed.
Too exhausted to get stoned even! How fucked up is that? The thought of actually going and getting my weed and packing a bowl runs through my head, but I'm like "Meh. I'm too tired."
I wonder how I'm going to get out of my chair?
I've been thinking lately that I should write in this thing more, so I'm going to make an effort to do that.
Keep in mind though that I'm the guy who's too lazy to smoke weed.
I bought two shirts at J Crew recently. I'm not sure what that means. They're just two plain button down short sleeve shirts. I went into Urban Outfitters but that didn't go well. I don't get who wears those clothes, man. They were so fuckin ugly. And since when have Ben Sherman shirts been the thing to wear? Has the world gone mad, I ask you?
So I'm still dumped. I've talked to her a couple of times over the past couple of days, and it's fuckin weird. She's been telling me all this stuff and it's like I'm talking to a completely different person.
Tomorrow's the "Hulk" premiere. Ugh I hate those fuckin things. Hollywood bullshit. I wish I didn't have to go. A bunch of people standing around, glad handing one another for doing nothing important, shoving their heads up one another's asses and generally being dicks. I feel so out of place at those things.
Then again, I feel out of place pretty much everywhere I go so I suppose I should just shut the fuck up and go.
In other news, I think I've found a new favorite Suicide Girl. This girl Isobel? Yowza, what a cutie. And she has a Transformers shirt! See how easy I am to please? A Transformers shirt. That's all it takes to make me happy.
Ok, ok, so from what I can tell of her journal she seems like a nice person too, which is always nice. I'd hate to think she was out setting puppies on fire or something.
What else, what else? I picked up a pack of cigarettes last week that I've been slowly working my way through. I try not to smoke more than two cigarettes a day, which is better than that pack-a-day habit I developed while working on "Tenenbaums," but still what the fuck am I thinking? Why not just shove a huge tumor down my throat and get it over with? But then of course that stupid part of my brain kicks in. "No one in your family has had cancer... Grandma is 90 and she's been smoking every day since she was 18..." so of course I just keep smoking. Watch. I'LL be the one who ends up with a hole in his neck.
I admit I'm relying on medical science to progress to a point over the next 40 years so that when I start having emphazema and heart attacks, I can just have a 20 year old body cloned for myself and have my brain popped in and be as good as new.
If that doesn't happen, I'm pretty sure I'm screwed.
Note to self: make sure future doctors grow clone body with a 12 inch penis.
Yay, "King of the Hill" is on. I love Hank Hill. He's one of the best written characters on television.
Ok enough of this. I'm going to attempt to drag myself into bed.
anyways, re: Marvel
1) I was a huge Marvel fan growing up and the comics were the first and most important devices to teach me the enjoyment of reading AND art...Spiderman was my favorite. I spent many an afternoon having mock battles with all my Marvel Action Figures.
2) in homage to my childhood i emblazoned a Spiderman Tat on my right shoulder...much love.
3) went to the Hulk last night....70% was total rubbish, mostly due to the poor performances of Eric Bana (i felt like in the middle of the shooting they came to the conclusion that he has no acting range, therefore lets not put in any range with the charecter). And as fucking beautiful as Jennifer Connely is I felt every scene she had she was in the same emotional state...seduction. Even the scenes with her father? thats wack.
BUT 30% was fucking brilliant!!! As excruciating as it was to wait so long for Hulk to appear, when he did it was one helluva ride. They captured his sensitive side just as effectively as his brute strength...and my oh my was he fuckin dope in those action scenes.
Finally, Nick Nolte saved the day on the acting front (once they finally let him act)...Sam Elliott was fairly stellar too, and the lone acting moments came when those two shared the screen.
long winded but, heck...i'm all jacked up from my morning coffee
Peace