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it's alright - 2000-05-31
Lately, I am haunted by what I find to be a tremendously erotic scene in the latest film version of Great Expectations. It's the scene where Finn (Ethan) plays doctor underneath Estella's (Gwyneth's) dress, with Chris Cornell's Sunshower almost mutely playing in the background. The scene is much more erotic than I make it sound, of course... Anyway, this scene is playing in my head, on a continuous loop. Not in the foreground, but deep in the back. Continuous. It's like, 'whoa, there it is, still going...' And the song is the worst part. I went to bed singing it last night, and was singing it in my head the moment I woke up, like a lingering fragment of a dream (the only portion of a dream I have remembered in weeks...) And, well, a movie scene has not haunted me this much since the deleted chainsaw scene from Natural Born Killers. I suppose this is something much more constructive, and, umm, nice to have haunting me, but still, it IS haunting me. Damn Ethan, lousy Gwyneth. I wish it would all just go away. --- Speaking of haunting, closer to closing time last night, a trucker pulled his rig full of pigs up, and stopped for a coffee at the donut shop, next door. This sounds normal, except that I expected this rig to just be a regular rig carrying boxes of nails, or something. But, no. I'm walking out to my car, and just to the right of me are these hideously shrill squeals that make me jump, and get all edgy. Sure, I live in Elmira, and am used to farm animals being around every corner, but... There was something wrong with this squeal. It was as if this pig just KNEW he'd be bacon within the next few days. This pig knew too much, and his cries distressed me. Reminded me of Babe, which reminded me of Charlotte's Web, which reminded me of the Three Little Pigs, which brought me one step closer to becoming a vegetarian. Pigs are SMART animals. I don't want to eat anything smart. Except for Piglet from the Pooh cartoons. --- Perhaps the most important thing is that I selected my courses for next year, which means my days of being King Kwik Mart are numbered. In the fall, I will be Occasional King Kwik Mart... Or, maybe I'll pass the torch and become Queen Mother Kwik Mart (or, uhh, King Father. Yeah.) Not my point. Point is, I basically just lay the foundations for the next four years of my life, and as always with anything so major, I am curious as to if I've made good decisions. I suppose you can just wait and see, by reading this, gentle readers, as I'm sure I will talk about it when the time comes. I'm not about to divulge my schedule, or anything, as then you'd know where to find me, and I don't want that. Of course, you could just come to the Kwik Mart, and wait, but, well, don't. Unless I know you. I've been stalked before, and it was fun until I learned that my stalker had pictures of my ass. In a way, stalking is nice, because it makes you feel wanted and worthy, but then there is the whole looming in bushes and taking pictures of asses factor, which is frightening. --- Design and content update: I was going to spend today updating every section, but decided to rip Queen CDs instead. It's not that I have lost interest in my latest design, it is just that I had much trouble thinking of sources and touches. Still, though, there may be bigger changes in the future, depending on how things go... As for this page, fishy inspired me in a bar last night to take matters into my own hands, and not my computer's; I'm going to try to draw something myself, and then attempt (or have Dustin attempt) to hook up my scanner. So, we'll see how THAT works out.
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