that was probably too vague or used bad grammar or whatever. who cares. i've done it, you've probably done it. it's a good fucking movie; but after awhile, reading, "I am Jack's/insertnamehere insertbodypart here" gets a little old. sorry, off-topic tangent. really, though, it's my blog, so it's actually right on topic, right? ya. that's what i thought.
who knew life wouldn't change all that much after marriage? okay, that's not really true, but i'm currently sitting in my parents' basement doing laundry and using mom's laptop and wireless connection. suddenlink's a bitch and keeps telling us they'll be there at a certain time, ya know, like between 8:00 am and 5:00 pm, and then showing up at 5:45 pm after we've given up and went to the movies or to get something to eat or something. that's why we don't have internet unless our neighbor hooks up their wireless router (very odd times in the day). but you have to have something in your life to keep you humble. whether it's a patient calling you a motherfucker and shooting death threats your way or doing your and your husband's laundry at your parents' house. both work.
the fact that i'm on mom's computer also explains why i'm not using any caps. her shift keys only work when they wanna, so you're lucky to get punctuation requiring the use of a shift.
i think my dog has abandonment issues. i mean, who wouldn't after being taken care of, i'm hoping, for a year or so and then dumped at the animal shelter for a week all alone and stuff? it's probably fucked up that i care about animals more than a lot of people i know, but they're innocent creatures. how many adults do you know who can be titled "innocent?" uh oh, i'm letting my jaded show.
so, i think 911 operators have a fucking hard as hell job. like on those true crime shows where the operator deciphers some person's screams or cries? yeah, i'd be the worst at that. i have a hard time hearing people anyway, so garbled, frantic soon-to-be stabbed or shot souls yelling at me would not work out. well, not for them. i'd have to say, "what? i can't hear you very well...speak up some, please." and they'd be whispering that someone was in the house trying to get them, or screaming that someone had just kidnapped their son, and i'd still be trying to hear their address. then i'd get, "thanks for that, ya dirtbag. i'm dead now because you couldn't understand me."
is sarcasm still a defense mechanism if you use it daily for several different occasions? i should learn which people probably wouldn't get it (the mil [mother-in-law]) or wouldn't appreciate it (cops), but i never do. maybe i do know deep down but like to cause shit anyway. it's the only way i get to be defiant anymore. ha.
so, jason's in a whole lot of pain because he needs a root canal, or now the tooth just needs pulled, and his appointment isn't until friday. i guess it broke all the way through or something? i don't know a lot about teeth. they're bitey and should be white or at least whitish. but that is why we didn't get to see new found glory on sunday night and that's why i'm not seeing fake problems and set your goals and four year strong and alkaline trio at warped tour in cincy right now. i'm also missing out on korean food tonight and jasmine tea in hyde park tomorrow morning. it's why i'm not exhausted and sweaty and sunburned. i'm really not that selfish, guys. he's really hurting, and if i could take it for him, i would. i'm pretty sure that's how marriage should be. unless you just married someone to keep them from being deported. that's good, too. i typed 'departed' first, and thought, i would never want to be married to jack nicholson. WONDERFUL ACTOR, but i would look at him and forever see his face coming through the door in the shining. one of my favorite movies because it's creepy as fuck, but still. it's creepy as fuck, and most of that is his fault.
HOWEVER, WE DID BUY TICKETS TO SEE SOCIAL DISTORTION AND FRANK TURNER (and lucero...thoughts?) IN ASHEVILLE IN NOVEMBER!!!!!! THIRTEEN YEAR OLD ME AND PRESENT DAY ME ARE TOTALLY STOKED!!!! CAPS FTW!!!! I'M YELLING!!!!
there was probably something else more important i wanted to talk about today. i'm not really sure what that is, though. i watched kiss kiss bang bang today. satirical and real. few movies can pull that off, but that one did. plus it has robert downey jr. and michelle monaghan and shannon sossamon and sarcasm and weirdly haute couture people dancing in glass boxes in it. so it's pretty much my ideal movie.
i have yet to see inception. jason's in pain. i want to take him when he's all high on painkillers and see what happens. i think there will be some ensuing of hilarity.
i need more uniform pants. and a washer/dryer. nothing fancy, but toting my laundry all over the place is getting kind of redonkulous.
late, people. mom needs to do stuffs on the interwebz. and, i've come full circle.
p.s. i wrote a whole entire post without mentioning sex. until now. in the p.s. section. maybe i AM growing up. hm.