I’m in a bit of a mood at the moment, as one of the sexiest, dirtiest and most savage films that I have ever seen (Head on) has had its release on video delayed even further. This is particularly gutting as I have had a pretty shit couple of days and the thought of the film arriving had cheered me up at a couple of particularly unpleasant moments.
Does anyone remember this message from Text Message Theatre?
“Jen has such a hard life. I really feel for her. I so relate to her bruised sluttiness – jack is a fucking girl loser poof as well. Spit. Vomit. Barf. Ick.”
Well people out there have theories about our Ms Linley:
[In the final episode of the last series of Dawson’s Creek…] Jen wraps up with:
“….I’m pretty sure of it. We’re not in Capeside anymore, Toto. This is some alternate reality where our intellects are sharper, our quips are wittier, and our hearts are repeatedly broken while faintly in the background some soon-to-be-dated contemporary pop music plays.”
Told you Jen was the bright one. She’s twigged. She knows that she, and Dawson, and immaculate, emasculate gay boy Jack McPhee, are all fictional characters. Not just that, but they’re fictional characters designed for nothing other than to suffer. To split up, split off, pair up and tap out over and over and over again, to spend their entire, limited lives expressing their agony, describing a Bucky Ballet of failure. They fall in love, but they don’t really fall in love; they’re just setting up the next heartbreak, because that’s what hearts are for.
I’m bloody exhausted.
Weblogs are navel-gazing bollocks produced by self-important/obsessed neurotics with too much time on their hands. Discuss
There could have been another weblogger at the Time Out party in New York on the weekend…
Be Aggressive by Faith No More.
I am, it seems, a 4.3.
Apparently, while I was asleep last night, someone crept into my bedroom, tattooed KICK ME or LOSER on my head, gave me a quick post-hypnotic suggestion so I wouldn’t be able to see it, and sent me out in the world for people to systematically shit on. This is the only theory I can come up with today. Literally the only answer.
I’ve just submitted my photo to amihotornot.com – which has to be the most evil thing I’ve ever seen in my life. What a wonderful idea though… I’d put up the direct URL of my image, but I fear that might skew the results. I’ll keep you informed though…
Interesting quote (I forget where from), only loosly amended:
“Love is a strange thing; it depends what one gives — and sometimes to give means give someone away. Jane Siberry said that, and I endorse it. If they are the fickle whore they seem, they are at least a whore with a conscience. Everything they touch, they destroy, and they like you too much to destroy you. Take their refusal as a gift. Take every experience as a gift. Some come in strange wrapping paper, but they are gifts just the same.”