Afraid to Die
I finally see A Cinderella Story: some initial reflections after a short autobiographical interlude.
Sunday, 2004-07-18 | Classic Gin, Film, Journal, Strong Drink
I arranged for my last day of work today--I believe this sort of thing will be come increasingly common in the coming days. What I mean to say is that I feel like I'll be making departure arrangements with increasing frequency. Something to think about, if you're into that sort of thing.
I drink to excess periodically because when I do I feel powerful feelings of confusion and betrayal.
I finally got around to seeing Hilary Duff's A Cinderella Story this morning before work. Strangely, I was one of six people in the 11:50 AM show. Either way, the film was incredible: It was all at once life-affirming, beautiful, triumphant and familiar. The Lizzie McGuire Movie was the best movie since Fight Club and A Cinderella Story is easily the best movie since Lizzie.
Prior to Fight Club, everything is a blur.
To my left sits a tumbler; it's bottom is a rich brown--the color of evaporated Bushmill's--and it contains finger and toenails of various sizes and thicknesses.