I hate baby carrots. Baby carrots are Satan's food.

I suppose you thought that Satan's food would be something that was really decadent and bad for you, maybe black forest cake or Beef Wellington or something, but no, Satan's food is baby carrots, because they start out tasting good--the first couple are really sweet and tasty, but the more you eat, the more they taste like shit, and if you've made this agreement with yourself not to eat other snack foods, then you have to keep eating the baby carrots, baby carrot after baby carrot after baby carrot, until you finally open your mouth and spit the last one into the trash can, because you are completely incapable of swallowing another single molecule of baby carrot.

Now that's what I call Satan's food. Food that you have to keep eating, even though it tastes more and more like ass as you go on. Curse you, Satan!

Fortunately, The Raccoon saw my pain and gave me a Quaker Fruit and Oatmeal Low Fat Strawberry Cheesecake Cereal Bar, which was surprisingly delicious. Must have been because of all those baby carrots.

I'm going to get a bunch of these snack bars, because if I'm this hysterical over the baby carrots after only two days, I'm going to need to replace them pretty damn soon.

So, last night Tracing and I went to see Ghost World down at the Angelika. Guys, Monday night is totally the night to go there, it was empty and practically friendly!

It was much of a funness, the movie being just as good the second time around, even better, in fact. Glorious. There is so much in the film, so much happening, so much to see. This time I really saw what a child Enid is. She thinks that she's an adult, she acts like an adult, she and Seymour pretend as though they are the same age, and maybe she's a little older and more together than he is, but she's such a little little girl, and when her hair is wet and her glasses and her makeup is off, she looks about eight years old.

I sat through the credits this time, which is something that I always do, but last time I was just so squished in that row that I bounded out as quickly as I could, missing the little scene at the end of the credits, which is cute as hell. And the other thing that I missed was the fact that the guy in the wheelchair, the trivia coffee-shop guy, was played by Bruce Glover!

Now, I have known Bruce literally my entire life, since I was six years old, he's Crispin Glover's dad, and I absolutely didn't recognize him one bit, though this time through, I did think, during that scene, that that actor looked a little like Bruce Glover, but just in the shape of his jaw, because honestly, he looks much better than that.

And I certainly hope that Teri Garr does, too, because she looks monstrous. So bad that a guy behind me said, "Is that a man?" So I just have faith that they made her look bad for the film, because it was right for the character, like they must have for Bruce. Because it would break my heart to think how serenely lovely she was in the mid-seventies, and now she's become this appalling, red-faced harpy.

"Wasn't that the best movie ever?"
"Yeah, that was great!"
"Steve Buscemi just rocks my world."
"I just loved him! Do you want to get something to eat?"
"No, I can't, I'm not eating at nighttime now. Get thee behind me, Satan!"
"Alright, alright..."
"I'm actually not hungry, anyway, though I was before the movie."
"I'm not hungry either, but if I don't eat now, I'll be hungry in the morning."
"Well, there's a pretty easy cure for that, you know..."
"Have breakfast, I know. But it will be too late, I'll already be hungry!"
"So you spend your entire life eating so that you never ever feel hunger? Boy, it's a good thing you're naturally thin, or you would have found out the flaw in that theory pretty quickly! You would be completely spherical, rolling down the street."

I've found a wonderful new journal that totally isn't new and everyone knows about again. Whenever I discover something, it always turns out that I am the last last last, but at least the scales have fallen from my eyes before the journal is quit! It's on hiatus, of course, but I have faith that I didn't become addicted to something exactly as it ends again, I really truly do.

It's called Naked Sometimes, and I discovered it through Columbine's weblog, where he discussed this entry, and nothing makes me jump into a conversation faster than the whole pads/tampons debate (even though the original entry was applicator/non-applicator, I felt that leaving out pad girls altogether was actually worse), and I thought I'd check out the whole thing, and I just love it.

I even forgive her for dissing us pad girls. She's funny enough to cut her a whole pile of slack on that matter.

Horoscope d'aujourd'hui:
You feel like two different people today: one side very rational, objective and detached; another side intense and emotional.

il y a un an aujourd'hui:
This whole being a grownup and feeling responsible thing is just a great big pain.

* Hier / Incrément / Ce Mois / Demain *

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Traduction français par ma mère Gladys Holland.

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