The couch, o it calls for me
It's been a bad while for posts -- I do apologzie.
You know, for all seven of you who read this, or whatever.
Am still a bit under the weather from this bizarre cold I picked up. I'm not full-on sick, but my energy levels are pathetic and I have that annoying sinus headache where even your cheekbones are sensitive.
So I've been lying low, doing a bit of work while I can, and spending a bit of time (well, part of yesterday) watching more TV than I have in the last month. The bonus side is that I finally was able to see Audition (rented it) - a rather sinister and not very nice Japanese film that had some truly gruesome things in it. Which was fun.
Also watched Bread And Tulips, an Italian comedy that made me want to up and move to Italy... something I actually would like to do when my finances stabilize somewhat. You know, in about 23 years.
It's nothing short of a dreary day today -- rainy, dark and somewhat depressing (though rain is always more preferable than snow). An excellent day for lying down under a fuzzy blanket and watching terrible, horrible movies (like Practical Magic. Hooo!) and Sex And The City DVDs.
Yes, it is only when I am truly tired and unwell that I fully wallow in my grotesque girliness...
You know, for all seven of you who read this, or whatever.
Am still a bit under the weather from this bizarre cold I picked up. I'm not full-on sick, but my energy levels are pathetic and I have that annoying sinus headache where even your cheekbones are sensitive.
So I've been lying low, doing a bit of work while I can, and spending a bit of time (well, part of yesterday) watching more TV than I have in the last month. The bonus side is that I finally was able to see Audition (rented it) - a rather sinister and not very nice Japanese film that had some truly gruesome things in it. Which was fun.
Also watched Bread And Tulips, an Italian comedy that made me want to up and move to Italy... something I actually would like to do when my finances stabilize somewhat. You know, in about 23 years.
It's nothing short of a dreary day today -- rainy, dark and somewhat depressing (though rain is always more preferable than snow). An excellent day for lying down under a fuzzy blanket and watching terrible, horrible movies (like Practical Magic. Hooo!) and Sex And The City DVDs.
Yes, it is only when I am truly tired and unwell that I fully wallow in my grotesque girliness...
posted by /hg | 2:11 p.m.
1 Comments:
Ah, but as someone I interviewed recently pointed out, the guy doesn't treat women like human beings... it's truly a morality tale for the dating masses, I believe.
As for the ending -- he was drugged, which made him hallucinate most of the stuff (including the rather obscene scene where she "feeds" the dude kept in the canvas bag), but the actual nastiness performed in his household appears (to me, anyway), to be what actually happens -- they cut from it to the bedroom/"proposal" hallucination, then back to him lying on the floor.
"Deeper, deeper, deeper..."
Frankly, to me it speaks of a far greater message -- your friends are a far better barometer for your dating potentials.
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