So, I’m sitting here watching Maverick, Goose and the Ice Man (yeah, nothing better to do than watch Top Gun for the umpteenth time) with an empty Subway pizza container. Kelly McGillis really sort of looked like a dude to me… don’t get me wrong, her homely looks kind of worked as an Amish chick in Witness (and that chemistry with Harrison Ford….mmmm…yummy- you just wanted them to get all sexed up over a butter churner or chicken coop), but she’s just weird in this movie. Eh, Tom Cruise is ugly too. Is there anything better to do with my time? No. I’m knee-deep in a Tuesday night funk. I just drove an hour and a half to meet a kid I met, like a total ass, on Craigslist and TRUSTED he was meeting me and selling me tickets to an event. Ever-naive Ang. We kept texting each other (Ugh- this onscreen kiss is unbelievably gross….yuck!) throughout….even as I waited in the parking lot for the little ball-less ba$tard, I believed he was simply late. Then his texts got strange and I knew I had been duped. Wonder-emo kid Ang cried and turned the car around for home.
What really sucks is that I’m not even hungry, but stress subjects me to a keen sensitivity to starch and sources of insignificant nutrition, hence the polished off pizza. Sigh. I’m sad today. PMS? Naw- not yet, but similar- eating…far-away stares… I think my boobs are bigger? Are they bigger (I’m simultaneously grabbing each with a little shake…like feeling fruit for firmness…but you can’t see that, can ya?)? My clothes fit fine, but I feel soft… or bloaty. Ick. I hope it’s not a fat girl re emerging- she was a depressing creature. Gotta run, run, run (Val Kilmer is ridiculous in this movie. I just can’t take his acting prowess seriously…although I totally wanted him in the movie Real Genius when I was, like, ten. He suffers from the Keneau Reeves Syndrome.)
I’m quickly at the conclusion that 2009 is making it’s closing remarks. I don’t like it’s argument, either, as the year is wrapping up much differently than it premiered. Hope in a snow globe- soft, blinding fool’s hope- light and wispy. Now, the holidays are on us and I can see that it’s not hope, but a confusing white-out. I’m such a Debbie Downer….I’m going to mapquest “Bright Side” and go looking for it. (Goose has passed, ladies and gentlemen)
Violet’s at a party….a Senior BOY’s party at his house. (Tom Cruise in his tighty-whities… puke) I’m sinking into her heating blanket on her bed… “What do I get out of this? I always try, I always miss….” (New Order)
This has been a test of the Emergency Emo Random System…
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