always now...

I HATE MY CHAIR! i swear, they give us the most uncomfortable chairs just to make us miserable. bastards!

last night i watched the tape of lathe of heaven i'd recorded sunday night. i'd been waiting anxiously for this "a&e movie exclusive" since i'd first seen the promos back in june or july. i'm not overly fond of james caan, lisa bonet or made-for-tv movies in general, but i am fond of films and stories which challenge your perception of the world. those which make you wonder, if only for a moment, if we're real or just characters in someone else's dream or story.

what i didn't realize was how much lukas haas reminds me of evil jason. god. i spent far too much time comparing their big, brown, doe-like eyes, their curvy lips or their sticky-out ears. i can't explain how much that pissed me off. it's been a fucking year and a half since i've seen him and months since we've talked at all.

boys are yucky. throw rocks at them.