shaking like a dog shitting razor blades
Dec. 11th, 2005 09:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerIt's one of those days where all you can do is just scream out Alkaline Trio's "Radio" at the top of your lungs. I'm not a violent person, so this is the best way I can imagine to release the stress; my heart skips a beat everytime the phone rings and I see, no, wait, it's just Mom or someone else. I'm not reveling the prospect of these next few weeks.
Not helping my mood any, I happened to catch David Mamet's film adaptation of Oleanna. The only reason I watched it was because it had William H. Macy in it, a role he was so made for that I firmly believe Mamet wrote it expressly for him. It's the Macy-est role ever, and he was indeed excellent in the single most infuriating play I think I've ever seen. Nothing like watching the feel-pissed play of the decade, eh? It was excellent. Now let us never speak of it again.
Mom bought a gallon of egg nog, and since I learned by lesson from last time, I decided to actually put my name on it to prevent my grandmother from stealing it all like last time. I labeled it: "JOHN'S POT (of egg nog)" As you can imagine, my mother is rather proud of me.
I've taken to carrying around a microcassette recorder so I can dictate Hefner Monologues for the full organic experience. So if you see me muttering to myself or just shouting at no one in particular behind the dumpsters at 7-11, it probably won't be because I've snapped yet.
Not helping my mood any, I happened to catch David Mamet's film adaptation of Oleanna. The only reason I watched it was because it had William H. Macy in it, a role he was so made for that I firmly believe Mamet wrote it expressly for him. It's the Macy-est role ever, and he was indeed excellent in the single most infuriating play I think I've ever seen. Nothing like watching the feel-pissed play of the decade, eh? It was excellent. Now let us never speak of it again.
Mom bought a gallon of egg nog, and since I learned by lesson from last time, I decided to actually put my name on it to prevent my grandmother from stealing it all like last time. I labeled it: "JOHN'S POT (of egg nog)" As you can imagine, my mother is rather proud of me.
I've taken to carrying around a microcassette recorder so I can dictate Hefner Monologues for the full organic experience. So if you see me muttering to myself or just shouting at no one in particular behind the dumpsters at 7-11, it probably won't be because I've snapped yet.
