Under the Bridge

Sometimes I hate cursing. It makes me feel dirty, carnal, in a way that doesn't fit my personality. Other times it is the clearest way to express how I feel. As in: I want to fuck Anthony Kiedes.

I'd love to go back to being a vegan someday...

but currently I have an unhealthy obsession to snickers bars; much to the dismay of my hips.

I'm dying I think. I need an adventure. I know it's ridiculous, and maybe melodramatic, but I'm having trouble looking at myself in the mirror. I don't know what this means, and it worries me.

Winter Says...

wound update

better, still gruesome. currently watching Love Actually, drinking Chamomile tea and eating fig newtons.

Current Third Degree Burn

While working with 300 degree isomalt sugar, I had a bit of a mishap and now have a third degree burn on my middle finger (excellent place) and a blister the size of North America. It is disgusting. Like repulsive even. I don't think I can go out in public today. FML.

Movies by myself

seems to be a trend that won't be ending soon. Regardless, Synecdoche New York was lovely. I almost cried. If it wasn't for my emotional inabilities I probably would have. I would totally fall in love with Phillip Seymour Hoffman, if given the chance. One line in particular stick out at me from the end of the film:

"I guess no one wants to hear my story, because everyone has got their own misery to deal with. Well I say, Fuck Everybody. "

It was incredibly weird, but good. worth watching. Now that I'm in a Charlie Kaufman mood, I'll be watching Adaptation with a bowl of honey nut cheerios in about 5 minutes.