May 08, 2002 :: 10:36 p.m.
where does Princess live? (in the tongue)
Ugh. I'm way too tired. Adam and I rented
Session 9, which was really fucked up. Creepy and confusing and weird. I liked it - the summary on the back of the box included the terms
patient abuse and
medieval medical procedures, so I was hooked right away. I'm a sucker for that type of violence and gore. It's just so vile that I can't help but be totally fascinated by it. Anyway. Adam got kind of squeamish and sick at one point (lobotomies performed with a hatpin), and had to splash water on his face and such. *frowns* I felt bad. I do not like seeing my boy ill.
On my way home, I saw a truck (not an 18-wheeler, just a truck) with a baby doll and a plush Tweety Bird tied to the front grill. I haven't a clue what to make of that.
*yawns* My bed is calling me. 'Night.
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