thrillseeking.

i figure most of us spend a great deal of time in life looking for that little push for the excitement they’re lacking… let it be a shopping spree, a vacation, a daring stunt, or a new hobby, i chose gambling. i suck, i know. point is, after losing a ridiculous amount of money, one conversation reversed my thinking completely. truth be told i felt like a big useless sack o’ dung, but this brief chat on the topic made me realize something: i’m young. i’m stupid. there’s NO other time for me to screw up like now. so in reference, dane, to the “ham and cheese and coffee whilst skimming through the paper” you believed to be the perfect ending to my mindless expensive hobby i picked up, i don’t eat swine. let’s take a moment to reference one of my favorite movies of all time.

Jules Winnfield:	Pigs are filthy animals. I don’t eat filthy animals.
Vincent Vega:	Yeah but bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste good.
Jules Winnfield:	Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know ’cause I wouldn’t eat the filthy mother-fu**ers. Pigs sleep and root in sh**. That’s a filthy animal. I ain’t eating nothing that ain’t got sense enough to disregard his own feces.
Vincent Vega:	How ’bout a dog? Dog eats his own feces.
Jules Winnfield:	I don’t eat dog either.
Vincent Vega:	Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
Jules Winnfield:	I wouldn’t go so far as to call a dog filthy, but they definitely dirty. But, dog’s got personality; personality goes a long way.
Vincent Vega:	Ahh, so by that rational, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?
Jules Winnfield:	Well, we’d have to be talking one charming mother-fu**ing pig.

’nuff said. i think I’m done kicking myself in the ass for being young and stupid and up to next to no good. lesson learned, i think? maybe the issue is that in conjunction with this shitty habit, retail therapy is the only kind i know, i’m still partying like it’s 1999, and i’d really really really like to go skydiving this year. 22 has been quite an adventurous year. i think i’ll go have my egg and cheese croissant, nescafe spiked with just the right amount of…splenda (don’t get any ideas, it’s 1015 in the morning) and maybe open up the new york times to catch myself up on more of the cyclone/earthquake/election same ol’ same. sigh, world. sigh.

more later.. always.

loves,

d

p.s. dear sharon stone, any respect i may have had for you as an actress has been completely destroyed by the lack of respect you have for yourself as a human being in claiming the chinese earthquake and its aftermath is a result of “bad karma” in relation to china’s handling of tibet. nearly 100,000 people dead and tons more missing and you have the balls to say they had it coming?!? argh! bitch.

OK, back to my happy place.