Nest, my little hormones scream. Clean clean clean. I'm a slave to natural chemicals. So I cleaned.
Well, actually, first I thought about cleaning. I planned what I would clean, what I would throw away. I imagined the lovely cleaning high I would get, that little thrill I get when effort=immediate results. I pined all day for my happy cleaning time, and as soon as the clock hit three I ran home from the library and cleaned cleaned cleaned.
Thank god, this does not happen every month. Were it to, I'd likely be certifiable by now. I do keep my room reasonably neat and organized, picking up and making my bed daily, but there is a limit, usually, to the madness.
I dreamed about Matt Damon, which is not an entirely unusual occurrence, though he wasn't gay in this particular dream, which is. I sincerely hope the boy goes back to making movies I actually want to see again. Ie, no disturbing psycho killer movies where he strangles perfectly adorable gay men, and no costars with the names Charlize Theron or Penelope Cruz, both of whom irritate the hell out of me for reasons unknown. In an ideal world, he'd costar with Ben again. (Well, hell, in an ideal world he'd remake Good Will Hunting. Should I be embarassed of my years-long adoration of that movie? I did see it, twice, before it was hyped, but the hype was so extreme that liking the movie became rather passe. I loved it for all the reasons I loved Chasing Amy and Before Sunrise; beautiful people, beautiful acting, fanfuckingtastic dialogue, and beautifully flawed characters.)
His Will & Grace ep was, of course, charming as hell - though I did not believe for a minute that he wasn't really gay. Denial, it's a way of life.
Well, actually, first I thought about cleaning. I planned what I would clean, what I would throw away. I imagined the lovely cleaning high I would get, that little thrill I get when effort=immediate results. I pined all day for my happy cleaning time, and as soon as the clock hit three I ran home from the library and cleaned cleaned cleaned.
Thank god, this does not happen every month. Were it to, I'd likely be certifiable by now. I do keep my room reasonably neat and organized, picking up and making my bed daily, but there is a limit, usually, to the madness.
I dreamed about Matt Damon, which is not an entirely unusual occurrence, though he wasn't gay in this particular dream, which is. I sincerely hope the boy goes back to making movies I actually want to see again. Ie, no disturbing psycho killer movies where he strangles perfectly adorable gay men, and no costars with the names Charlize Theron or Penelope Cruz, both of whom irritate the hell out of me for reasons unknown. In an ideal world, he'd costar with Ben again. (Well, hell, in an ideal world he'd remake Good Will Hunting. Should I be embarassed of my years-long adoration of that movie? I did see it, twice, before it was hyped, but the hype was so extreme that liking the movie became rather passe. I loved it for all the reasons I loved Chasing Amy and Before Sunrise; beautiful people, beautiful acting, fanfuckingtastic dialogue, and beautifully flawed characters.)
His Will & Grace ep was, of course, charming as hell - though I did not believe for a minute that he wasn't really gay. Denial, it's a way of life.
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