Sunday, January 29, 2006

crisis over

Had a great weekend so far, that went a long way towards cheering me up. Not that I've been in a bad mood exactly, just feeling kind of off for a couple of days. Partly work stress, partly introspection, partly hormones. Spent the weekend in Baltimore chillin', eating Tapas in Fells Point with Jolene and Mohammad, I always have fun with those guys. However, lately I can't seem to have one conversation without relationships coming up, but, whatever. Its good to talk about because it helps you solidify your opinions or discover new ones that you didn't even realize you had.

Shopped around town on Sat. with V and enjoyed the glorious weather, got some supplies for a butternut squash curry that I can be excited about later on this week, then met up with Monica to see Matador, which we all really enjoyed. Despite the broken chair episode, and the weird guy in the row ahead of us who kept making a noise like, 'hububububub' intermittently.

Quote of the day:
'I felt bad for Peirce Brosnan in the movie. He was so lonely, didn't have any friends or a home, no one to love, only whores to sleep with...'

'what do you mean, that sounds awesome, assasin for hire, traveling around the world, sleeping with beautiful women?'

*sigh*
men.

3 Comments:

At 12:28 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i really liked that movie as well.

It is really funny to see the different takes a girl has on the main character then a man. One thinks he is manly and having a great time, the other thinks he is unhappy and needs more.

I think he was unhappy but cool. And cool is could be more important then happy!
My wife doesn't think so.

 
At 10:28 AM, Blogger monica said...

i love that damn movie! i wanna see it again! of course, it won't be the same without that crazy man in front of us making those noises. your impersonation of him is HILARIOUS! i laugh out loud just thinking about it! hahaha

 
At 6:30 PM, Blogger Noam said...

Are people saying good things about a Pierce Brosnan movie? Are the four horses actually coming down from heaven or what?

I hate to remind Shirley that I am a man. Bleepin' sexist generalizations.

 

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