January 12, 2005 - 11:58 a.m.
As I have not written here in a very long time, I feel that it's time I share with you the atrocity which sucked away 1 hour & 50 minutes of my life. As I have quit smoking (almost two weeks ago), and decided that if I have 1 here or there when I drink, that'd be better than my previous attachment. Thus deeming less time on the movie than previously stated.
About 10 minutes into Daredevil, I decided to crack bottle no. 2 of the vino and watch for sheer giggles. My friend & I could barely contain ourselves through this Batman/Zena ripoff. From the rediculous outfit which clearly proved Ben Affleck has no package to speak of to the incredulous villan who once oogled over Mr. Jangles the mouse. I have to say I laughed quite hard half way through my thrid glass of wine. Now, there's going to be a sequal "Electra"... that's all I have to say.
I'm not one to turn away from well done graphics and super groovey fight scenes, but this fell short of both.
As for my regular life, I'm in a fucked up slump of sorts. The ex, (aka: Sperm Donor), has proven himself worthy of jail time for non-payment of both child support and his half of Kiddo's preschool costs, AND has earned himself a permanent Order of Protection.
What is it with people? I know there's shitty moms out there too, but what the fuck? How long should I go on breaking my ass, trying to work 3 jobs and raise a little lady when that fuck can sit around on unemployment all winter crying because he's too damned mentally challenged to budget any of his cash??
Yes, I am deeming myself the critic of the day... thankyou.
Unfortunately, today is the day when a very close friend of mine is being re-deployed to the MiddleEast. All I want is for him to come back to Chicago, scoop me & Kiddo up & run away to the country. Cheezy? Yes. I am in full aware of how super-way-gay that sounds. However, it's true. Like some friggin' high school pre-pubecent chickie, I dream of this man. Amazingly intellegent, 6'3", wonderful with my daughter, and to top it off... most likely hung like a walrus. Which btw is really good for me... at least I want to think so. If I don't do something soon he's gonna move to fucking CO when he's out in a year & I'm back to square one.
That is not good.
On a more positive note, work is good, my cats are wierd, my horse loves me and is a mega quick learner, and Veronica (my little chickie), is starting to sound out words.
Fucking karma gets me all the time.
