2002-12-01 - 11:38 p.m.
It's when I bring up the profiles of the friends I had in high school on instant messenger, and realize that they have become the people I now make fun of. Ridicule mercilessly. Berate.
I totally heart you! MN TF always remember that frat party! As long as you live life to the fullest...blah blah bullshit.
I selfishly believe that it's due to the absence of me in their life that they have become these dribbling, drunken, sorority things that no longer have the twisted sense of humor I could appreciate.
Had another city sojurn today. Saw Talk to Her, the new Almodovar movie [awesome Spanish director whose name is unpronounceable to me]. I believe that I am still forming a coherent opinion. I defintely enjoyed. It's the amount of enjoyment procured that's still up in the air.
Also did the Bowling for Columbine thing again. That movie moves me more than any created film I've seen in a long time.
So I've determined the root of all evil. [or the facsimile thereof]. I need someone new to hold hands with. When all is said and done, that's what I miss the most; pretty much all I miss.
For all intents and purposes, I have everything else I need. It's just the hand holding thing that's killing me.
Finished up the new Bill Hicks cd today. That man was a fucked up God.
I'm a'goin' to bed, nestling up with my christmas lights and the Village Voice.
Happy Chanukah, all.
~j
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