Hhmm...to...Woah!

It was a friends Bday, she kept going on about this film '500 Days of Summer', so I bought it, had a sneaky watch before I wrapped it up. It was cute but a little bland, I fell asleep towards the end, managed to watch it through though...I love the actress who plays Summer, but I just don't get why it's anything special. Maybe I need more tension, I don't know.

In the same week I got another film through the post, something I'd seen on one of those late nights when you don't feel like sleep, I love these random times when you discover something special. Anyway, it was This Sporting Life, 1960's British New Wave, with Richard Harris. You couldn't get more polar opposite than this, that said in both these films the guys in love do get rejected.

Now that I think about it, this reminds me of a French film I saw a couple of months ago 'Dans Paris', I didn't see the ending though. There were thing's in it that I saw in my relationships and those around me family or otherwise. The younger brother who introduces the film is just like someone I know, little manipulate rat!

What it is about me that I need this tension, a certain harshness of reality, something raw...maybe I don't like being sold happiness. Bah! Maybe I'm just a misery (with a wicked sense of humour of course).

Fortune Pisses On Me

Since the last reality check, I have slipped and fallen on my back, thought I had broken it, couldn't walk for two weeks. My old man had a heart attack, has just come home and started smoking weed again, is imagining evil spirits everywhere (even in me), tried to jump out of the fucking window...what else could Fortune throw at me?

I swear I am going to die soon.

How can I say this?

A real bit of reality here. I have just been attacked by my brother. This has been going on for years, nothing new. He doesn't like to hear the truth, and I am the only one who dares to say it. I just needed to say this, I don't have anything else to add.