nf: words. fail. me.
from october 21st to march 21st, my life was sequential failure. then it was harsh tiredness and stress. then june 26th came and everything started going in the right direction. work's peachy, i have a shitload of things to do but i manage to do them one by one and also to have some nice ideas. i have a nice guy to see every so often, and even though i sometimes feel quite panicky re where we're
really going it's always a pleasure to have someone who calls me at work, wants to go out with me, invites me to places and portrays his desires for life as something i understand. and, to top it all, the famed mr. r who was mentioned here in the past treated me to dinner and a movie tonight, for no particular reason. at dinner, i talked about the new guy and asked for his advice, and not once i said 'you don't ever practice what you preach'. the movie,
the stepford wives, was positively scary for the first half (although it was supposed to be a comedy), but then i relaxed.
now, follow my forays into level-headed evolution.
the stepford wives is about a village populated by idiotic bimbos who serve men's every whim because their brains have been modified. it has a happy ending, but some scenes had me positively cringing, and i mean it. note that i
told him. at the end, he said that he was happy that we had seen the movie (i was too, it turned out to be quite funny all things considered) and we should go to the cinema together more often. i said that it would be fine for me, but i mentioned that i draw the line at things like
independence day or
the day after tomorrow. he told me that it wasn't a problem because he could go and see silly movies with heather love.
i didn't shoot him. how's that for restraint?