thehefner | randomness

They're selling egg nog at the supermarket already. I was pissed to see Christmas decorations already up at stores. I was exasperated to see Santa walking around the mall on the way back to his throne. But I love the fact that I can already get egg nog.

I'm glad people are realizing the awesomeness of Brendan Gleeson.

My Mom's watching Clear and Present Danger on TV. God give me strength. And just as I've started to wonder how Misty's Thanksgiving with the Clancy family went.

Ok, it's a week and a half since the 'incident' here on LJ, and it finally hit me. I'm not depressed really, but the whole thing's been bugging me these past couple'a days. It didn't bother me before. Actually, I was kinda glad she gave me an excuse that I could say, "well fuck you" and leave with a feeling of righteous indignation. But now with Closer outta the way my thoughts in my free time have finally started to wander back to this, of course.

I want an apology from her, but of course I'm not gonna get one. I'm wrong, she's right; it's a very familiar situation for me. Whatever. I didn't say anything against her guy or his father in my LJ that he himself didn't tell me and anyone else who'd listen. I made off-handed comments and she said some things that finally, after the absurdity of their nature wore off, have started to really, really hurt. But it doesn't matter, because she knows the real him and I don't. Fine. Just chalk it up to yet another one of those little bits of closure I'm never gonna get.

I'm just wondering how long it's gonna be before the anger and the hurt wears away and the missing her comes back.

I'm still gonna bet that Stephen King's work has more emotional and literary merit than Tom Clancy's work, though. I'll even read Hunt for Red October to prove it, so I can feel all smug and superior in my bitterness, yeah! Or not.

Fine, fine, I'm letting it go, jeez... rob me of my fun, why don't you?

Hey, a pretty decent Clash-wannabe band called The Alarm did a pretty decent song based on The Stand.

Watching The Girls Next Door and wow my cousin looks like shit. He looks a lot like Dad, really. Ew. And they have sex with him too. Still, I need to send in my Grandfather monologue to Playboy before he dies.

Ayumi Hamasaki is cheezy, dorky j-pop, and is subsequently the happy.