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oh JGL. inception was the best thing you ever wore.
i watched it again on HBO and i know the plot is amazing and the filming and the soundtrack, but damn. i just wanna stare at arthur's three piece suits some more.

girls get this infinite variety of ways to dress, but boys. boys, you get dunhill, and simon spurr, and armani. my god, have you any idea. and you get italian leather briefcases, you lucky sons of bitches. there's a few things in this world people should appreciate, and one of them fine tailoring. whoo-er. start appreciating. go watch inception. again. those lines. *fawn* and don't even get me started on everything that tom hardy is.

jesus christ.




er. i've been watching a lot of tv lately. a lot of romantic comedy/drama/dramedies too. you know what i've noticed? a lot of time, to create conflict, there will be a love triangle. and it's pretty clear which one the guy should get with (it's usually always a guy) and towards the end, when he goes up to Wrong Woman, it's pretty by the book. he'll notice earlier in the film something that makes Right Woman special or different. things like knowing about perpetual motion, or being able to do laundry.

even though Wrong Woman is gorgeous and exciting and wanted by everyone, Idiot Man will realize he wants someone with Inner Beauty. as he converses with her, he slowly realizes the error of his ways.

Wrong Woman: what's the matter, billy/tommy/bryce/alex?
Idiot Man: it's nothing. .. can we talk about something else, like perpetual motion? (Have you ever done your own laundry?)
Wrong Woman: huh? what's that? (huh? what's that?)

and he'll end up with Right Woman because Right Woman is smart and strong and independent or something.

now, i have to ask:

when the hell does that ever happen in real life?

j, listen to me, j. i got this girl who wants to sleep with me and i don't even have to like, buy her dinner or anything, but you. you like dancing in the rain and can implement algorithms! that is special! i am going to invest in you!

please.

the truth of the matter is, we're getting to an age where it's getting stupid to play games. i'm tired of stupid he said she saids, indecisions, fears of getting hurt, competitions, subterfuges.

if i like you, i will damn well let you know. and it'd be nice if you could do the same. i don't have time to watch you pay attention to other girls, or waffle. if you dunno, just tell me you dunno. why should it be complicated? why should girls have to wait N days before calling, or put out on the third date, or have some giant network of gossip and mutual friends fucking everything up? and if you don't feel the same way, well, the world won't end, kiddo. walk that shit off, but go at your own pace.

it kind of, all of it... all of it kind of boils down to, well--


how much trouble could we save if we just cut through all the bullshit?

undue attention to detail

i was at Ross today searching through random knick knacks and looking at an aluminum water bottle with my horoscope on it and it said 'you pay a lot of attention to detail, which can be good, but also means you dwell on things much more than the average person.' and i started laughing hysterically (on the inside)

you know things i hate?
dentists.
blehhhhhhhhh!!!

in other news, i think i did something stupid and gchatted M. i mean, on one hand, there's the whole cut off all communication until you're with someone else and completely over them argument. on the other, besides from the initial trepidation, i didn't feel much. and that's good, right? because it means i'm mostly done. i think. it was kinda interesting too, to observe it now. made me realize how damn hard i had to try, all those months ago, to converse with him. and it shouldn't be so hard, i think. especially with someone you date; they should be interested enough to fifty-fifty the convo. anyway, just some thoughts. i doubt we'll talk again because he never makes the first move anyway, and i'm accepting the distance more with each day. i was wasted on him, maybe. but at least this way we're acquaintances, or something. we have the capability to talk, even if there's no inclination. it's a shame, to be sure. he was an amazing, funny, intensely colorful person. still is. but you really can't make someone care about you if they don't.

so it's on to the next beautiful thing, innit?

unofficial rules

if you can't tell me within 500 points where the DJIA closed, don't bother asking me out. i have neither the time nor the patience for people who have their financial head in their ass. 


in other news, the best piece of awesome i've seen all day: http://t.co/lx7yjNX

colly strings

you know what i love? i love that the first time you fall asleep with someone, spooned in their arms, you don't really even sleep. you just lie there, willing your hummingbird heart to slow down long enough to catch some zzz's. you think about how right it feels, and as it moves from 3:59am to 4:00am you're still thinking about it as you close your eyes out of polite pretense. because, hey, might as well keep some semblance of trying.

i love that they look over your shoulder at you for long moments like you're the best fucking thing that's ever happened to them. your eyes are closed but you're awake and god, what if you'd been asleep then? what if you'd never known what that's felt like?

and everything's careful, and you don't wanna move a muscle even though you're cramped and too hot and uncomfortable. because it's worth it, and you wake up the next morning just dying, from it all.

i love every second of it.

it will never mean any less than it does.

till you make it

just discovered sparklehorse and it's making me sadder than death cab which is A FEAT but it's so damn good i can't stop. it's like someone mixed in a pseudo lo fi post rock with Fields, Death cab, Iron and Wine, and One AM Radio with the express intent of hacking through my heartstrings. damn, so good.

things are happening. change is happening.

can't linger forever, y'know darling?

hopefully seeing mid sock soon and i cannot fucking wait.

has anyone seen those commercials for zaxby's strawberry cheesecake milkshake? IT LOOKED SO GOOD. someone go with me, ok? or yet, bring it to my doorstep. yes...yes...perfect. i have a new resolution to gain 10 pounds by the end of the year, and i think it will be easier with these milkshakes. help a brother out.  facilitate this weight gain by bringing me fattening foods and allowing me to move as little as humanly possible.

or maybe, jennifer says, i should just drink beer?

there are worse ways to do it.

relief

i've pretty much forgotten what some things feel like

thank fucking god.

some strange part of me thought i would never get over.

but all you need is time

the protocol

i miss you, and all that good stuff, but i'd rather be alone ten times over than together when you don't mean it.


jet lag is a bitch

BUT

it's not like we slept in spain anyway