zyryx

there was a treat on the old TV last night. Blade Runner was on, one of my favorite all time movies. But this wasn't the director's cut, which is what you get on DVD, this was the original movie release, the version that the studio forced Scott to put in that horrible voice over, and add the happy ending. I remembered what I love about that movie, and what I hated. What I hated the most was the studio under funded the shoot, and that those cocksucker chose to release the movie head to head with that piece of shit 'ET', what a horrible piece of shit that was to sit through, even at thirteen. I hate that flic. nothing is more stupid than the idea of cute enlightened beings from another world visiting to study horticulture. and flying bicycles, fucking ugh Blade Runner is one of those movies that I know tons of useless trivia about, and can argue any dipshit into submission that thought Deckard was the missing replicant.

ok, I'm even boring myself. I was a very busy boy this weekend, washed the car, did chores, rode my bike. fuck, I need a road trip. started working on an idea for a shoot with a girl I met last Friday at Darins b-day party, and the courage to ask her to work with me.

I'm finally over the hump from my last sexually active period. you know you go through a dry spell, the libido is practically dead, then boom, you get laid. the libido goes into overdrive, your body remember how good sex feels, and if you're luck your with someone compatible and you get lots more sex. if not it can take awhile to shut the libido back down to a background whisper. so I'm back to that point and happy as hell to be there. there is nothing worse than being lonely and horny without a prospect of relief in sight. so now I can happily cruise till if/when I meet someone new