Cocksucking Deadwood -is- destroying my fucking life. That's a fact. My mouth is -foul- beyond belief, and I can't wait to see the next episode. People have said that they have a hard time taking it seriously due to all the swearing. I don't know - perhaps I'm already too fucked up? The swearing only makes me giggle and fall in love with my DVD-boxes to such an extent that I don't need a relationship with humane materia. (It's true!) See what effects TV has on you? It's bad for you, -bad-!
For those of you who haven't seen the series:
Also, this is what I amuse myself with when I'm not watching Deadwood:
I'm so tired of always being the one to open doors for others. I just want somebody to come and knock on my gate and say: "Peekaboo - now I'm gonna save you."
Springtime always, always, always gets me in the mood for ska, oi, football and hanging on a piece of grass in the sun.
Today is no exception.
Bought new spring jacket and sunglasses to go with my mood.
The toe is slowly working its way to normal functioning, I even managed to ride my bike today! Yay, the joy. I can feel my body falling into pieces from all the easter food, tax free candy and lack of physical activity. I mean, seriously, I can't even walk home from school.
Have been experiences a series of aha-moments the last week. Connecting a series of crappy relationships to my mom's illness. This calls for serious Elin-time. I think all of this has made me destructive, in more ways than one. I need to change that, and really get to know myself again. So right now, I'm in heavy celibacy, and havent felt this good about myself in years. (But gah, I need Deadwood, season 2! No more shopping this month, though.)
That boy has grown! Daniel Radcliff still isn't a very good actor, but at least he's not Harry Potter anymore.
