Yesterday's moment of shame: I was in Midtown Video, waiting to check out, and Juno was playing on their huge, discolored television set. I saw this movie in the theater, back in December when it came out. It was right after I had started listening to Kimya Dawson a lot, plus it looked cute and cool. And I'm not saying it was a bad movie, I'd watch it again. But Ellen Page makes me want to pop her head like a grape, and the dialogue was a little Dawson's Creek-y. (Speaking of which, some commercial for a new TV drama that stars Joshua Jackson came on at the movies the other night, and before I could help myself, I shouted "Pacey!" Ok, maybe I didn't shout).
OK, back to the story in which I am a total stereotype of a woman approaching 30... The birth scene begins, which is accompanied by Cat Power's cover of Sea of Love. And my face starts doing that crumple cry thing, because a baby is being born on television. And my uterus wants a baby inside it, Goddammit! And then I'm like SHUT THE FUCK UP UTERUS, YOU'VE GOT TO GO WITH ME TO GRAD SCHOOL AND THEN WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT.
Am I the only one who wants to have sex immediately upon hearing this song??
The kind of sex you have with someone you at least sort of love, in a room that is dark but slightly illuminated by a streetlight shining in the window. Lots of intense eye contact sex.
None of these thoughts are helping my dedication to my work this morning.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
The infrastructure will collapse
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Mmm, it was a whispershout.
I want to have sex to this song. Me! Me! Pick me!
P.S. I know you hate Juno, and I don't, but I do the crumple face cry thing too. I did it a lot during the Ricki Lake documentary. My uterus wants a baby, but it also wants a nice ass, non-saggy tits, and late nights at the bar without worrying about the babysitter doing things I did when I was that age in my now-grownup home with my child nearby.
P.P.S. Did you ever listen to the Cat Power concert on NPR music? You can get it as a free podcast.
I have had sex to that song. Great, innit?
Did you notice...we seem to have the same name. Strange eh?
I nearly choked when I read your 'about me'...because I never thought I'd find another person JUST LIKE ME--same name...even a common interest: SEX.
Toodles.
I've been listening to a lot of Kimya Dawson lately as well.
that video really makes we want to take some acid and then watch it while having sex. yeeeaahh...
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