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2003-03-27 - 12:05 p.m. i wanna know what it's like on the inside of love - nada surf i feel so good. matt's been having his way with me all morning, and damn is that nice. he's making us brunch right now. i'm fucking starving. i'm so in love. grrrr!! so, the oscars: boring, surprising, telling. it's hilarious how first michael moore gets a standing O, then, the celebs sit on their hands while he rails against the president. they can't actually be seen by america applauding that sort of thing. backlash, and the like, you know. i've often been fascinated with hollywood's collective thought process. i.e. how halle barry can hit and run (more than once), and be a huge, huge star, OR, how roman polanski, a child molester (i don't care if the 13 year old was okay with it or not. SHE WAS FUCKING 13) who knows he's done something wrong because he ran away (to france and don't even get me started on those fucking jerk offs) gets a standing ovation. they don't want to support anti war statements, but, give a child molester a standing ovation? what the fuck? on the upside, the woman patches works for part time won an oscar. that was awesome. went to amoeba on monday, and traded some cd's in. i got $55 store credit. more than i expected. with that i got, stephen malkmus & the jicks, the sea & cake, the stratford 4, and the von bondies old one. it was cool. i love going to amoeba alone. i can just wander around for hours, and not be bothered. see, i have a habit of spending a really long time in good record stores. i go through EVERYTHING, and whoever i'm with usually has to come up to me and suggest that we leave, or that they're ready to leave. it's funny cuz i know i do this, and when i'm in that situation, i think, okay, just look around real quick, and don't get sidetracked. it never works out like that though. it's not like anyone gets mad, but, i would like to for once not have to be nudged out the door. i guess i sorta feel rude, or something. whatever okay, lunch is served. later.... |
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