Movies of the week:
The secret life of bees, and The Weatherman. Who's a dakota fan?
My teacher recommends A Streetcar Named Desire. Apparently, it's one of those things that just gets better with age *knowing look*
So lately with the reading of House Rules, I think I'm over my insane phase of Chuck Palahniuk and Bret Easton Ellis. Their artistic interpretation of taboo makes me sick. They must've thought they were being so FOWARD, like that Katy Perry video where there's two gays making out.
Cats being fed to ATMs, what the frick. It must be all part of their kooky writer mystique to be OD'd on all manner of substances. Like, "We are writers, hear us roar!"
Did you see that new episode of Simpsons where there was an Itchy & Scratchy versoin of Up? Anyway, I wrote my first fan letter to this fashion bloggist. I'm pretty sure I had all these embarrassing lines like 'eating goober peas' and probably did not come off as wise as I intended. Basically I did my bit being fully honest about not seeing the Hillary Clinton-Courtney Love comparison.
Advice of the week: (to myself included) watch Step Brothers.
