i guess this is growing up

After a brief weekend of respite, the nightmares have returned. The two notable bits are Gwyneth Paltrow having skeleton legs, or maybe velociraptor legs. They were flesh-colored but really grossly anorexic skinny. I was Ethan Hawke but we both morphed into other people, both female, and I was nearly murdered for it later. Or at least, the skin off my left hand was being cut off by some psychopath.

I was thinking of going out yesterday, but I had a bigtime "How Soon Is Now?" moment and decided I didn't want to leave on my own. Instead I bought a couple pints of ice cream for me and Steve (who was already gothing out big time). The really expensive fatty kind. We were good, though, only had the recommended daily serving. Steve watched Elvis movies while I surfed web and chatted with boys in Portland. Then, Adult Swim, then bed.

hate.com

I just watched this documentary on hate groups on the web. It was fairly interesting, if not at all surprising. I mean is anyone ever surprised when the people committing hate crimes are poor crazy inbred white folk? The leaders of some of these groups amused me as well. They're so fucking self-righteous; I don't understand how people can be so sure of themselves. And so sure that they don't actually intend people to take their words seriously and commit murders - but if that's what happens, well, good show. I don't see how you can say one and not the other. Either say you want people to kill for you, or say it's not what you want, and you're sorry it happened. Gah.

Anyway I just wanted to close by saying I love Jews, and I don't just mean that in the brotherly sense. RAWR.