A day of walking around NYC in the obscene heat and humidity means that my chub rub is not so good. But tomorrow is another day outside cause it is our Coney Island day!!! Here is to hoping that my tubby thighs can handle it. Ah, if only my love of food wasn’t greater than my desire to be skinny.
People need to calm the fuck down about Kristen Stewart. She had a moment in her life that she is not particularly proud of. We all do. Unfortunately for her, it was broadcast to the world. If she hadn’t made some public announcement then everyone would be saying that she was ignoring her fans and not fessing up. People are acting like they are Mother Theresa in their lives. You may have never cheated on your partner, Congratulations, but I am sure you’ve fucked up royally in some other way so I hope someone takes the opportunity to rub your face in it and shame you too.
“And as someone who writes about movies, and who cares about the big, flawed thing we call fandom, I’m saddened by someone turning that shared enthusiasm into a weapon. And even if this tragedy hadn’t happened at the premiere of one of a dwindling number of genuinely mass cultural events, I hate the idea of using an audience’s suspension of disbelief, their openness to and absorption in the spectacle unfolding before them, as cover—the gunman reportedly started shooting during a sequence involving gunfire, meaning the audience was slower to react. We are vulnerable when we go to the movies, open to fear, and love, and disgust, and rapture, surrendering our brains and hearts to someone else’s vision of the world. We don’t expect to surrender our bodies, too.”—
Some of Christopher Nolan’s comments: “I believe movies are one of the great American art forms and the shared experience of watching a story unfold on screen is an important and joyful pastime. The movie theatre is my home, and the idea that someone would violate that innocent and hopeful place in such an unbearably savage way is devastating to me.”
These two passages are the only things all day that have adequately expressed how I have been feeling. Movies sustain my life, not just financially, but sometimes in what feels like every way possible, so like Nolan said, it just feels like a violation of something so innocent.
At a concert and forgot my ID. So of course they put those black x’s on your hands, which whatever. But the idiots didn’t even use a permanent marker, then the girl accused me of
trying to wash them off in the bathroom when I washed my hands because they were fading.
Um, I am pretty sure you can chill the eff out, chick. That’s what happens with your crayola markers. Relax your face.
Do you know how fucking beautiful that is? I loved hearing what Jensen had to say about the difference between Dean forgiving Sam and Dean forgiving Castiel. And how they’re both family, but Dean relates to them differently. How he can touch Sam because…