Empty Rhetoric

i'm officially sick of today
15 May 2003 at 11:09 am

dear customers: i will not take your bullshit today. kindly refrain. thanks, morgan

we had a val kilmer night last night. top secret, which i first saw in boarding school, was as mindlessly hilarious (the term 'comic genius' comes to mind) as i remember. there's this part in which my beloved is being tortured and he faints from the pain and it cuts to a dream sequence in which he's in high school again and then he wakes up in the torture chamber and sighs, "thank god!"

nick rivers gets it.

and then we watched the saint and oooed and aaaed over the harrowing escapes he and elisabeth shue make ... val kilmer was not my very first celebrity crush (tom cruise holds that coveted title), but he is definitely up there on the "would like to fuck/marry/have thousand of his babies if he were 30 years younger" list.

today at work, my first customer was a creepy babyboomer who asked me if i wanted to run away with him. i politely refused.

that's what i get for wearing 80s heels with a mini skirt. damn the man.

//I suppose this is what "they" refer to when "they" say "growing up." They're not referring to your height, or anything puberty has inevitably endowed you with...it's just a simple definition of physically gaining a year in your proverbial timeline, in which you get scathed and bruised and sometimes scarred from the experience of everyday life because no one is in front of us anymore handing us money, or food, or directing us where to go next. Our parents or legal guardians, or whatever, are no longer there to be our forcefields agains the forces of reality and life, and that gaining another year on that timeline will only ensure us that things will get tougher.// reflections on suzy's bullshit memorial service.

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