man. i cried for so long. i really thought my head was going to explode, i felt my eye start to slip out of its socket. thirty minutes was it? at least. damn you dancer in the dark for being such a fantastic movie. i say that like i didn't watch it for that reason on purpose. oh, i did. when i switched from some specials on charlie chaplin to ifc, the sound was cutting out. so i went through the trouble of calling bright house (yay twenty four operating hours a day) to get it fixed.. i've been meeaning to do that for awhile anyway since the onDemand hasn't been working. damn you, digital cable.

anyway. yeah. cathartic crying. good times.

and steph, the last time i found cookies on my doorstep, i kept the little pink note that came with it for at least a year and a half.. if i don't still have it.

and on that note, don't get me wrong. life is still just as amazing and wonderful as it always is. i am just a whiny brat.