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Dave Attell, I love you to death.
You know that song? Eye of the Tiger? That stupid song they always play in fighting movies when the guy, the underdog you know is going to win, is training for that big fight? That you can succeed song? I hate that song. I can't stand it. And they play it every goddamn saturday morning during training. Fortunately I now have a better thought to associate it with. Insomniac with Dave Attell ... and Dave coming back to New York, back to his apartment, and finding a midget directing bikini boxing girls in his apartment. It's so wonderful.
I also hate my boyfriend's brother... I can't believe they're brothers. They can't be related. I swear... my boyfriend's adopted. Or his brother is. For one.. he's gargantuan. I swear. He's 6'2 and 600 pounds. Or so. It's gross how big this guy is. He has no sideways. And he's such an unmitigated ass. He's a complete bigot. He has to dominate everyone. Women, to him, are either subserviant or bitches. I leave it up to you, dear readers, to guess which category I fall into. And I'll give you a hint: if you want me to bow and scrape before you, you have to earn the damn respect. I wanted to kill him today. Repeatedly. For various comments, including a) him ruthlessly bossing his wife around "Where's my cake and milk??" [ her birthday cake], b) him dominating the television: "Well, you're not watching Teen Titans tonight. That's a bad show. What's on A&E." c) him being a bloody bigot "You're so good at [decorating cakes]... you should open a store!" "Nah, she's not Jewish." I hate the annoying Gargantus. I want him to go far, far away.
For the record, my maternal grandmother was Jewish.
Sigh. Oh well... it actually wasn't that bad a day. There were brownies, and hamburgers, and lazing around, and I banged out a couple chapters of Understanding, which is yay. Tomorrow I edit the LXG fic and post my goddamn column! Ugh. I so need to get in better habits with that thing.
But there was Phone Booth today! Oh, Phone Booth, how I love thee. I don't care that it has Colin Farrell, this year's pretty boy in it. I don't care that every plot twist you saw coming. Just the sheer dialogue between a voice on the phone and the poor schmuck in the phone booth getting sniped, oh that was so worth it. And what dialogue! I want to kiss that script writer. Oh, I love this movie to itty bitty pieces. I love it so much I want to fanfic it. I want to Mary Sue it. I want to Mary Sue the voice on the phone. I want to write this entire fic where it's nothing but this innocent young thing and the voice on the phone she's talking to. I might actually do it too, but be damned if it sees the light of day. Mary Sueing, I've decided, is a private pleasure to be indulged in but always to be seen as an indulgence.
Oh, but I want to write that fic so much. I do I do I do. I mustn't. I must be a good girl. I've written enough Mary Sue fic for one lifetime. Ah well.
Ah, I should go to bed. There's a barbecue tomorrow, and fireworks to be seen. So maybe I won't get around to editing the LXG fic tomorrow.. oogh. Oh well. I shoudl actually ask the bf if we're going over to his friend's tomorrow. Hmm. Things to do. Oh well.
All in all, things could be worse.
But I still want to Mary-Sue Phone Booth. Opinions?
Ta!
You know that song? Eye of the Tiger? That stupid song they always play in fighting movies when the guy, the underdog you know is going to win, is training for that big fight? That you can succeed song? I hate that song. I can't stand it. And they play it every goddamn saturday morning during training. Fortunately I now have a better thought to associate it with. Insomniac with Dave Attell ... and Dave coming back to New York, back to his apartment, and finding a midget directing bikini boxing girls in his apartment. It's so wonderful.
I also hate my boyfriend's brother... I can't believe they're brothers. They can't be related. I swear... my boyfriend's adopted. Or his brother is. For one.. he's gargantuan. I swear. He's 6'2 and 600 pounds. Or so. It's gross how big this guy is. He has no sideways. And he's such an unmitigated ass. He's a complete bigot. He has to dominate everyone. Women, to him, are either subserviant or bitches. I leave it up to you, dear readers, to guess which category I fall into. And I'll give you a hint: if you want me to bow and scrape before you, you have to earn the damn respect. I wanted to kill him today. Repeatedly. For various comments, including a) him ruthlessly bossing his wife around "Where's my cake and milk??" [ her birthday cake], b) him dominating the television: "Well, you're not watching Teen Titans tonight. That's a bad show. What's on A&E." c) him being a bloody bigot "You're so good at [decorating cakes]... you should open a store!" "Nah, she's not Jewish." I hate the annoying Gargantus. I want him to go far, far away.
For the record, my maternal grandmother was Jewish.
Sigh. Oh well... it actually wasn't that bad a day. There were brownies, and hamburgers, and lazing around, and I banged out a couple chapters of Understanding, which is yay. Tomorrow I edit the LXG fic and post my goddamn column! Ugh. I so need to get in better habits with that thing.
But there was Phone Booth today! Oh, Phone Booth, how I love thee. I don't care that it has Colin Farrell, this year's pretty boy in it. I don't care that every plot twist you saw coming. Just the sheer dialogue between a voice on the phone and the poor schmuck in the phone booth getting sniped, oh that was so worth it. And what dialogue! I want to kiss that script writer. Oh, I love this movie to itty bitty pieces. I love it so much I want to fanfic it. I want to Mary Sue it. I want to Mary Sue the voice on the phone. I want to write this entire fic where it's nothing but this innocent young thing and the voice on the phone she's talking to. I might actually do it too, but be damned if it sees the light of day. Mary Sueing, I've decided, is a private pleasure to be indulged in but always to be seen as an indulgence.
Oh, but I want to write that fic so much. I do I do I do. I mustn't. I must be a good girl. I've written enough Mary Sue fic for one lifetime. Ah well.
Ah, I should go to bed. There's a barbecue tomorrow, and fireworks to be seen. So maybe I won't get around to editing the LXG fic tomorrow.. oogh. Oh well. I shoudl actually ask the bf if we're going over to his friend's tomorrow. Hmm. Things to do. Oh well.
All in all, things could be worse.
But I still want to Mary-Sue Phone Booth. Opinions?
Ta!
