It's Moot.

I’ve always been into horror stories. I own at least 30 Stephen King novels and I spent my days as a youngster reading ghost story anthologies. That being said, I hate feeling scared. I can drive myself into pure panic just by walking past a bush in the dark. Such is why I usually refuse to see horror films in the theatre. One of the last horror films I saw in the theatre was Saw and I got so much anxiety that I vomited (joy).

I can enjoy a horror film though if there is a lightness to it at points (such was the case with Resident Evil 2, that was just silliness). That’s the reason why I loved Cabin in the Woods so much. I agreed to see it because it’s Joss Whedon and it was promising a fantastic story but when I first sat down in the theatre I could feel the anxiety building. 

The opening scene quelled any anxiety I had and I was left laughing out loud. This happened many times through the film but with appropriate instances of terror as well (and if you’re squeamish, just cover your eyes like I did). Joss Whedon proves again how awesome he is. Cabin in the Woods has an amazing story for horror lovers and is a truly memorable film (worthy of my $12.50).

I’d recommend this to anyone who would like to see a great horror story but can scare themselves shitless walking near bushes.

So drunk. Ate a whole bag of tostitos worth of nachos with my boyfriend. Watching Trailer Park Boys. Good Friday is right.

I was eating way too much junk after Christmas that I’m watching calories now. I want to eat salads at lunchtime but the only major food sensitivity I have with Crohn’s is lettuce. Stop making healthy eating difficult, body! I’m going to eat a gratuitous amount of cucumbers.

I saw this on Facebook: “Pick up the nearest book to you. Turn to page 45. The first line describes your sex life in 2012.” I thought alright, I have a book within reach, might as well.

Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy page 45:

“…the skyline in scarves of dust and they ate the meat of wild asses shot on the plain.”

So apparently, I will be eating some meat in 2012.

I eat a stale piece of gingerbread and get a painful stomach ache. You’d think I’d learn my lesson after a while.

There are empty Pabst Blue Ribbon cans in my recycling, he took one of my scarves, he wants to be a writer, he’s always talking about bands I’ve never heard of and my clothes smell like cigarettes every time I come home.

Oh dear God, what have I gotten into?

Possibly the best relationship of my life. 

The problem with me is I rarely find people interesting and attractive enough to want to date them. I date people, but not because I really want to but because they are bearable and nice. It always turns out badly. For the first time in many years, I’ve found someone I want to date who also wants to date me. There’s no L-word yet but the potential is definitely there.

The best thing about Luc is he not only understands my sense of humour, he possesses the same humour. Very few people do. I’ve always said I want a male version of my best friend. I think I may have found him. 

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I’ll just embrace the hipster qualities. He looks good in my scarf after all.