get your thin hips out of my face

Obviously the Top Model evening exploded into something more bombastic than I had imagined it would. This is conclusively the best possible outcome. There were more Rebecca’s in the room than you’d ever need to change a light bulb. I must have had a little too much to drink, but that’s probably ok because I’m sure no one noticed at all. Even I felt like a Top Model at an exclusive party, though the cocaine was a little thin-to-none to be found, but c’est la vie. I just pray to Mary Kate and Ashley my wrists don’t fatten up too much before that wedding I have to go to next month. I’m going to try and get away with spiked gauntlets. You know, just in case any single-mother bride’s maids try and get one over on me. I hope they have good mushrooms at this wedding. I’ve found that all the wedding’s I’ve been to lately have at least one person on hand to give me magic mushrooms, so this one will be absolutely no different at all. Speaking of cocaine and foreskins, I can’t wait for this weekend to roll around and sweep me up into the magic of the rube-a-side (where all the rubes live). I’m hoping I’ll have a little chat with Jesus on one of those plastic telephones the Church of the Evangelical Communicators sets up. I know I’ve only ever seen their shoddy particle board set up in the northern parts, but I’m hoping (praying?) I’ll be blessed with a vision out west.

Bringing you a mouse with your tea.

It’s been an age since I last thought well enough of my life to write something about it and bother posting it. In all that time, little has happened of consequence. I am heavily overworked at the moment and all my downtime is spent trying to forget the need to wake up the next morning to go back to work. Midst all this ennui, however, I did see “The Exorcism of Emily Rose.” If you’re wondering what kind of performance one of the best friends from “White Chicks” could pull off in a horror movie where she’s either possessed or an epileptic with psychotic tendencies, then this is where you’ll find your answer. The Catholic school-girl horror movie is nothing new, but this movie goes for full-on horror by removing such needless elements from the genre as sexual relationships, T&A, and bad special effects. What kind of a horror movie does it present, then? A pretty good one, surprisingly. It’s not so-bad-it’s-good, it’s actually good enough that it’s good. A rare turn for the post-Exorcist horror world. She doesn’t pee herself, puke at you, or read your mind. It’s an intense film that marries some good psychological scare tactics with some overt f/x ones. Now I just need to see the Transporter 2 so I can feel violent. I spent an enjoyable day in Boston on Sunday, a task I don’t usually find all that invigorating because I don’t live there anymore and it’s not exactly as fun as New York. But I didn’t buy anything, except for some vitamins from Trader Joe’s, so all I did was walk around not feeling guilty about impulse buying. It grows harder and harder for me to reconcile spending any money in the real world, though this feeling should logically be receding given the cost of gas and how much it must have cost to drive there and back. I just hate thinking about how if I wait a few weeks for something it will either be cheaper online used, or I’ll have lost any interest in owning it. I wish I had some interesting photos to post in my flikr account for you to look at, but just imagine some interesting images and go with that. I would be interested in working on a porn shoot in the Providence area. I could help set up the scenes and maybe work with the continuity person. I am curious as to what it’s like, and since I don’t ogle girls or desire to touch them, I would be a courteous and on-time volunteer.