09.07.07

	I'M IN CONTROL. See, here's the thing, folks. I'm having a weird, kinda bad Friday night, but due to the fact that I'm also feeling creative (Which is unfortunately linked to feeling bad, it sucks. When I used to be in bands it seemed like I could only write lyrics when it was the most depressing part of autumn), I can make my weird bad Friday last until your NEXT Friday. THAT'S the kind of power I have over you. Another thing: I honestly feel bad about Owen Wilson's attempt at suicide. That poor guy must've felt really fucking horrible for quite some time, you know? That BLOWS. And though I've never met him, I like the dude, I'm rooting for him. I really like some of the movies he's been in- Bottle Rocket, the Royal Tennenbaums, hell, even Shanghai Noon. I mean, I like his brother Luke better, but that should not take away from the fact that I think it's sad that he tried to off himself. Sucks.  Ah well.  Get well soon? A thing about feeling suicidal (especially if you've got a good, dark sense of humor): NO ONE WILL EVER BELIEVE YOU. They will always think you're joking or being dramatic for like, black comedy's sake (and by black comedy, I DO NOT mean that Queen Latifah or Martin Lawrence will be starring. Welcome to a bad joke.). Eh, whatever. I feel better for the most part, how 'bout you? ..... On a lighter note: if you were a teenaged boy in the 1990s, or knew a teenaged boy in the 1990s, Superbad is a pretty goddamned funny movie. And also: We started watching (on DVD) Dexter, the showtime series about the forensics guy/serial killer. MAN that's a good show. You should check it out. All those things fit together in my head. Talk to you Friday. Cry Havoc!