"Raoul Duke: Look, there's two women fucking a polar bear!
Dr. Gonzo: Don't tell me these things. Not now man."
~ Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
The man and I (re)watched Fear and Loathing last night. I say "re" because the fun part about watching any movie with me is that at some point I will have forgotten that I saw it or I will have forgotten most of it. Even I like that at times.
This one had me rewinding, frame by framing, taking photos of the screen. Parts of it were absolutely hysterical. And. Don't tell anyone but Benecio Del Toro is one of my favorites. I have him bookmarked in my museum of Hot Dudes with Larger Bellies.
After an incredibly undesirable experience with birth control a week ago, I made the bizarre decision to go on the pill for now. I don't enjoy when gyn's need to cast their reel in search of last night's fun. What I have discovered so far is that if anything is attributed to it at all, it would be that I am unmotivated to eat things that I have to make myself. Or that I might eat just to feel my jaw moving. Also, being about 5:30pm, I can hardly wait to go into that dirty metropolis of emotion that I can't quite define but that makes my vibe turn simultaneously into sandpaper and jello. Yep. That should happen in about an hour or so. Can't wait.
A ladder of alleviation seems to be those Broadway ads on Youtube while I wait for a song to major note my way out of moodiness. Another good propelling agent is booze. And a game of parcheesi.
But maybe I'm just making this all up and it's really just Me. The good thing is, that shit has a time limit on it and I'm back to enjoying the goodies thrown in front of me soon enough.
There seems to be a lot of hoopla going on regarding Saturn's upcoming direct march. I need to think about this for another day before coming to any immediate conclusions. As Saturn pays out handsomely for standing up to our responsibilities, I think this is the perfect time to let Saturn watch me clean the litter box.

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