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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

The John Cusack Situation and Gish

These days I only see my movies through a wine glass. Red wine is the new thing. A glass at dinner and I'm done for the evening.

I had my evening all planned for tonight. I was going to get home from work, change clothes and head out for a movie with my older sister. I was all ready to go see http://www.martianchild.com/ and eat a box of popcorn before coming back home to collapse into my lumpy bed with, you guessed it, another glass of red wine and a familiar dvd.

I've heard mixed reviews on this movie, from totally sappy to totally awesome. To be honest, I'm not expected something fantastic, because of the 'feel good movie' feel that I've gotten from the trailer and the reviews. I just want to go stare at John Cusack for a couple of hours and that's about it.

Robot heart...gotta...
I've had this little crush on him that's lasted a couple of years. I read somewhere that one should always have a fantasy that's unattainable; this is mine. I'm not the marrying type of girl, but if he asked, I'd do it in a second. It's not his looks, or his soft spoken voice (although that is nice to hear), it's the way he carries himself. He's smart, and funny and private. The end. There aren't any thoughts in my mind about skipping along the river in Chicago, holding hands with Mr. Cusack, or otherwise.

Anyhow, it's just about time for me to get back to work...and secretly plan a trip to Chicago. Just kidding. I don't really have anything worthwhile to read from my brain this cold, Fall day. Maybe I'll think of something for tomorrow.
I miss myself...

Everything is Automatic - The Matthew Good Band

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