love is an irresistable desire to be irresistably desired

Robert Frost said that. Isn't it funny how every clever, stupid little quote about love seems to apply to you when you like someone? I also think it's funny how when you like someone and you don't want to like them anymore, bridges, moving traffic, or just a pond full of flesh-eating bacteria look a whole lot more friendly. Anyway...

I saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith the other day. While the plot isn't all there, the dialogue is pretty sharp, and the movie is overall entertaining, which is what we all want in the end right? I mean, a movie could be the smartest thing since Einstein but if it doesn't entertain, then who the fuck cares?

California is looking mighty inviting nowadays. Grad parties are thinning out, both in number and in entertainment value. And although I think I'm going to miss my friends quite a bit, I'm ready to make some new ones. I need a change of pace like a Satanist needs an epiphany. And depending on your point of view, according to that last statement, I could or could not need a change of pace. For those of you thoroughly confused by now, let me put it this way: I need to get laid.

This is a pretty sporadic post. Kind of spur of the moment. I didn't really have anything planned to say, I just can't sleep and wanted to write. Fuck! Speaking of writing, I just remembered that I promised myself I would do some of that this summer. So far, no dice. It's like every goddamn New Year's resolution I've ever made. Oh well. I've still got a few months...

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Next post: Well, I'm still due for that social commentary, but I wouldn't count on it. I sense a lot more venting and complaining. They don't call me McNegative for nothing. Damn, I hate that nickname. I'll try to lighten it up next time.