Got an email through Classmates from a marine corps friend I hadn't heard from in years. I'm a little perturbed, though. I read her profile where they have this insipid Q and A section, and under children she answered that she "doesn't like kids." She has a daughter; what's that about? How old would the kid be now, shit. 16 or 17. Gah, we're getting old. I also hope that my friend hasn't resumed her drinking. She's a full-blown alcoholic. If she's drinking, frankly, I don't want to be in contact with her.
Uh, what else is going on. I just read Memnoch the Devil by Anne Rice. A little mawkish, but a good light read nonetheless. Interesting theories on the afterlife, from a thoroughly Christian viewpoint, of course.
And this evening I saw Derailed. It was somewhat uneven. Not a good movie, particularly, but not quite bad. I didn't sense chemistry between Owen and Anniston, and the actress who played Owen's wife was woefully miscast. I like the guy who played the villain, Vincent Cassel. I'd wait until it comes out on DVD, or catch it during the matinee. So says Newpeep, hear ye. Maybe I should have seen Zathura instead.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 10:50 PM
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It's tough to control yourself when you get into those kinds of situations with people, right?
I have those moments every time I ride the subways to and from work.
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