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deathblossom
golfwidow
heidiann
maticus
minidragon
mollyx
mr-sparkles
pirategirl
pitty-sing
squirrelx
tankgirl455
tattodnanny
vyv-xx
whatiwas
zantimisfit

diaryquotes
fleeting-gem
fuckmeharder
oddgoogle
peteandray
puckle
sexisviolent
troubledteen
twelvebeer
whyihateyou

daemondreams
fridge-love
matsoncrack
postcard-loo
studio-loo
t-shirt-loo

I had this big fucking epiphany the other night, but I'm not going to write about it here, because I already wrote about it, and I decided that the only way that this can continue is if I just completely don't give a fuck about it, which means that I'm not going to regurgitate shit just for the benefit of "readers" who probably don't even exist anymore at this point.

Anyway, movies are good. You can always talk about those. Especially if you're me.

I'm moving into a phase right now where I need to see a lot of pretty art films, which always pisses me off, because I have to watch a bunch of movies that are essentially boring, when deep in my heart and soul, I would really rather be watching horror movies. But I can't enjoy the horror flicks until the pretty movies are out of my system, so it sucks. It's particularly inconvenient that this would happen in October, although now that I stop to think about it, the fact that it's October might actually be one of the reasons for the transition. I get all sad and nostalgic in October now, the way some people get in December, because I think of it as a time of year when people are supposed to be happy and having fun and getting excited about the approach of Halloween, and I never really viscerally feel that way about it anymore, because I'm too busy regretting how pathetic my life is. So maybe that's why I'm not feeling very compelled to get into the traditional spirit of things by watching bloody movies and obsessively planning my costume and whatnot. Instead I just want to sit in my room and watch movies with pretty clothes and lighting and stories about love and shit, and cry into my Pepsi Vanilla.

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