R.I.P. Peter "Sleazy" Christopherson(of Throbbing Gristle, Psychic TV, and Coil)
here's to another pleasant wake up.
head hurts. back aches. year seems to be ending with another glut of departures across the board. don't feel like getting into it here. sthorreeeee.
spent the evening in a state of bewildered, socially crippling discomfort. i'm really out of it. i can't relate to people over the age of 14 who pour their free time and recreational attentions into video games, Jackass reruns, and endless talk about "the wacky shit" that happens at their nowhere-near-as-funny-as-you'd-like-to-think jobs. i'd rather be watching good Criterion DVDs, playing and/or witnessing some physically hurtful tunage, or engaging in some fucking hard hard fucking.
that Green Lantern trailer looks mad hella gay. not that it matters, because women look at Ryan Reynolds as if he were a Snickers Ice Cream Cake at a fat girl party, so they'll watch him in anything, even if it looks like Billy Zane's the Phantom crossed with James Cameron's dollar sign dick.