What the fuck am I doing watching "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason"? Holy shit. Her accent is abominable. It was so bad that - during the last movie - when Michael said he thought it was pretty good, I became enraged and almost had a British coworker call Michael to speak in... English to him to drive it home as to just how abysmal Zellweger's accent actually was.Oh, but I'm not going to stop there. How nice it is that one relationship dissipates and another one strikes up so randomly. Nice, clean breaks. Black and white. Oh, do I go with the staid and boring bloke or the facking hot one that boffs everything in a skirt?
Dude. She actually gets fed up with Colin Firth (Colin Fucking Firth who is on my top five list which is now down to four because Hugh Lawrie is balding so I would like to replace him with George Stroumboulopoulos) because, after 8 weeks of dating he doesn't want to marry her.
Oh god, there is just so much wrong with this movie. And I feel so dirty that I keep on watching it. It's like that time that I went to Walmart to buy a sake set cause I couldn't find one anywhere else and I just couldn't drink my sake out of a cup that wasn't aesthetically pleasing.
What's wrong with me?
I've had too much coffee.
I think too much.
I've turned it off for now. There's only so much one can take and I've reached my quota for today.
I thought I was doing okay but maybe it turns out that I'm just as confused as I've ever been, but I'm doing it with much more aplomb.
So, let us raise a glass of inordinately expensive wine and toast those subtle nuances and those missed chances and those chance encounters and those random moments that never cease to astound and perplex us.
L'chaim.
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I blog then delete because I'm not so stable as I might otherwise be coming across right now, so I hear ya, but when it comes down to it, we are both very lucky to be striving for the best out of life, and because we feel there's something missing, it keeps us feisty and makes us feel like crap sometimes, too. But the important thing is that we feel like this.
I'm not saying that what you are going through and what I am going through is similar but I hear ya.
Hallso, I really must send that sake set.
It's been on my school desk for farking ages.
I look at your life and think it is frigging awesome.
You have a great social life. You are fit and healthy. You enjoy the finer things in life. You go to interesting-sounding book clubs. You have a lover. You have a balcony. You live in a beautiful city(thank you for sharing it with your readers; I've learned a lot about Vanc via this blog).
And uh, you have family, people who care about you, nice friends, a lovely couch.
So shaddup.
;)
And...you are drinking better wine than what I am drinking right now.
Bleuch. I bought 5 bottles of this stuff, too.
Bad move. Should have just stuck to Frontera but since I told that woman in the supermarket how good it was, it's always out of stock.
I'm cooking meatballs tonight.
Italian. Cos I saw them in the movie Casino the other night and it made me fancy some.
Now that was a violent movie of the Godfather kind. I had to close my eyes during certain scenes.
Duder, serious question, have you ever tried meditation? It has a great calming effect and helps to slow down ones thinking and focus on basic things, like breathing and just being.
Thanks Overboard and OE. Yes. Mainly the issue is that after dinner I had a cup of strong coffee. This was followed by a cappucino afterwards. This resulted in a spastic attack, in the throes of which I decided to blog. Wise. Wise.
I'm going to bed at 9 tonight.
I'm lying. I never go to bed at 9.
Spastic attack lol :-)
Hactually, you can't say 'spastic' over here anymore cos it's non-pc. I think you're supposed to say physically challenged or some other tosh. Or is it mentally challenged? Whatever. What's wrong with spastic? Anyway, that's that then.
Hoh yes, something helse. Why is blogger intermittently not sending me email notificafititions when someone adds a comment? Is blogger bluggered? I fink I shud be told.
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