{stuff and things.}

thinking about space.

ice cream for breakfast.

some kitty.

i just watched be kind rewind. and that film is totally sweet. i suppose i can understand why no one really mentioned much about it after it came out. i mean, heaven forbid michel gondry direct a major production that's not some seemingly intense by means of good writing love story that every girl and boy all over the usa feels connected to, like it's totally a story about their relationship with their boy/girlfriend. be kind rewind was amazing. and i think there was a lot of creative camera work involved. long take single shot stuff like the lucas with the lid off video from 1994 which looks like this:



why am i telling you this?!? i don't know... but i will talk to you about this later!!! okay! stop asking me. i'm rambling, like a, rambley thing, that rambles. right now i'm so full of pizza i don't know what to do. i drank two whiskeys on an empty stomach around 6 o'clock. it's now midnight thirty. and i am sober, as i have been for some time, but man. i'm SO thirsty, but there's no room in my belly for water, and that pizza was so salty... if someone were to stab me in the gut right now, God forbid, it would be like one of those nature shows, where they cut open the shark and all kinds of license plates and mufflers and lawn chairs. they'd say, "looks like this one's been around the block." whatever that means, and i wouldn't even be able to ask, or defend myself, because i'd be dead and split open on the deck of some barge. or hanging from some hook... i need to stop talking about this, because i'm house sitting, and already remotely freaked out as it is. i wish i could call someone to hang out with me. hey someone, i'd say. come hang out with me. ok! they'd say. and we'd watch the never-ending story. or ed wood. or alice in wonderland. i already watched eagle vs shark. it stinks. just like i thought it would. disappointed. alright. i just realized why i feel so terrible, apart from the reasons prior mentioned. it's because i'm exhausted. sleep before i start to worry about zombie attacks. this house would leave me defenseless against their postmortem super strength... but only if they were 28 days later zombies. but EVEn if they were night of the living dead zombies, i'd still pretty much be screwed. no escape for little megan. just me and these cats. and they don't look like fighters.