game?

"lucky # slevin."

"no country for old men" like tommy lee jones. does that shadow of death guy really date penelope cruz? how does she sleep at night?

i know this much is true makes me ache for a twin that doesn't exist. toni morrison's song of solomon sits untouched; i did bozza in three takes at joe's this evening before dinner. i need fingerless gloves. my body won't stop shaking. heat dries me out, and yet a shower leaves me cold.

thanksgiving was not relaxing. my family may be small, but it's hardly functional. i did not buy anything of consequence on black friday. i'm starting to lose faith in presents, perhaps something to do with my rapidly dwindling savings. i need a real paycheck to open a checking account here in new york.

the letters drift across the screen almost of their own volition.

i love ben kingsley, even if he is knighted.

formatting is everything. i convinced myself of this long ago. even if your content is shit, if it's formatted well, at least the thing looks good. does this masters degree i'm supposedly pursuing have any real consequence? did josh hartnett really love lucy liu? he killed those people so quickly. she was so brightly quirky, a match for his flyaway hair.

and with that, i bid you 'goodnight'.