i was home for a few minutes at ten forty-five this evening when blogger was down, and i didn’t have a chance to post this…

“you know what? the real reason that those brief, shining moments of true connection with another person are so important to us is that they prevent us from remembering that, in reality, we are completely and utterly alone.”

…before i had to go to phil’s, where we drank loads of wine and bitched and moaned for awhile, then watched blood simple. i fell asleep during the middle, but the parts of it i did see were both horribly gruesome and breathtakingly beautiful. as i walked out to my car, a middle-aged balding guy with the goofiest glitter blouse and leather vest ensemble i have ever seen walked past me on his way in. my car radio managed to eek out the “too-rah, too-rah tah-loo-rah lay” part of “come on eileen” and the first strains of “that’s what friends are for” before i arrived home.

i maintain that everything is hilarious.