3 am, Friday morning. Not my favorite time. Grey grey grey, melancholy.
Why haven't the magical gnomes cleaned my kitchen for me yet? There ARE magical gnomes that take care of spectacularly smart and independent women so that we don't have to stoop to "women's work", yes?
Just left a political rant on my Mspace page. Talk about cognitive dissonance, right? I still don't get Myspace's use, beyond the boys who try to make their harem members jealous of each other. But that's so transparent I don't get how it works on any lady who has graduated college. Oh well, at least Myspace is issuing its death rattle. Soon I'll have one less password to remember.
South Park was on fire tonight. Really enjoyed Imaginationland Part 3. And The Sarah Silverman Program was interesting too.
Thoughts to think on, one to grow on, guess we all learned a lesson.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night...Take these broken wings and learn to fly...
Next up on the insomniac's TV?
I'm feeling some Leto Atreides. You know how I need my Leto. ...Fear is the mindkiller...I'm very bitter that everyone's discoving my James Mcavoy this awards season. He's been mine for a year now, dammit. He's going to blow up so big I won't be able to hire him on a movie for years. Frack. I wonder if he'll still be my go to fantasy man, or if I'll be one of those hypocrites who can't like someone when they're part of the mainstream.
Have to find some other cool smart gentle artistic soulful talented geeky guy to inspire my Magic Wand and breathe heavy in my ear while he has his imaginary way with me. Everything's real in Imaginationland...
God, being in my prime sucks. All I want to do is cuddle up with someone cozy and watch Adult Swim and eat pizza and drink wine and have lots and lots of sex. Why can't the world be like that every night? It's like I'm a 20-year-old dude. And if you saw my wrecked apartment with all my comic book art and Star Wars toys and graphic novels and DVDs you would not disagree.
My Star Wars comforter was a hit at The Shining last night. My friends dug picnicking on Luke's face. No one could believe I brought it out, but I usually keep it in my car. Life is for living.