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Dating sucks. Dating sucks. La la la la la la la la. Dating sucks.

Just had to get it off my chest fot the umpteenth time. I'm done. I quit. I'm becoming a recluse.

In other news ... I have too much work to do, and not enough time or motivation to do it. I didn't go running today because it's a bazillion degrees out and humid and I just didn't FREAKIN' FEEL LIKE IT!

I ate pizza for dinner like a heathen hedonist, and now I'm gonna go lay on the couch and either watch crappy TV or read a fluffy pointless chick lit novel and commence becoming a hermit/vegetable because for no particular reason I'm exhausted.

And no one is gonna say a word about it! Got it!

Also, I need to get over my luddite technophobe tendencies and buy a freakin' DVD player already - because there isn't a single freakin' thing I can get on "videocasette tape" anymore at Blockbastard. What is the world coming to?!???!!!? It's passing me by. I'm 29 years old, and the world is passing me swiftly and neatly by. But if I could still get a video at Blockbuster, I honestly wouldn't really care all that much.

But the good news is they had a whole bunch of cheap buy two get one free clear-out VHS stuff, so instead of renting anything I am now the proud owner of:

The Crying Game
Mystic River
Intolerable Cruelty (I'm a Coen Bros. completist)
Crash
Full Metal Jacket
The Stepford Wives (orig.)
El Mariachi
A Streetcar Named Desire
The Third Man

I also finally watched American Splendor (a friend had rented it). A highly recommended watch, esp. if you are an underground comic fan.

M

Comments

Anonymous said…
But I just gotta say something about it!

Somehow the "hermit/vegetable" evening is the best evening. A lot of my evenings are "hermit/vegetable" ones. I eat all the pizza or salami stromboli I want and doze off on the couch to the History Channel (the perfect sleep aid). Or when Pretty Woman is on, it's an old champagne and dehydrated strawberries kind of evening. You can throw in a lot of variation to it. It's really not that...umm, bad.

z
9:08 am
Murph said…
Hate to say it, but sometimes the hermit/vegitable thing is the best way to go. What can I say, no matter what your age, gender, prefference, dating sucks.

Of course I kind of take pride in the whole hermit/vegitable thing. Just be careful that the pizza and movies thing dosen't turn into an Old Crow and Pepto Bismol thing:)

Up the Rebels!!!

Murph.
4:21 pm
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