Sunday

Spent the evening with a group of normal people. I think it went well. I don't think anyone noticed I didn't belong. I still felt like an impostor. It was enormous fun.

Burnt my mouth on a shitty spring roll. Shitty because it tasted awful, not because of its unkind actions toward my mouth. Though... that too.

I like The Hurt Locker immensely... but it doesn't really feel like BEST picture... does it? But... WOO... give it up for ladies!

I think it's awful that there was a movie about a poor, African-American youth who attempts to pull herself out of difficult circumstances... and a movie about a poor, African-American youth who needs a white lady to pull himself out of his difficult circumstances... and that the white lady wins the Oscar. But what a good movie The Blindside would have been in 1976.

What I keep under my bed... tempts me every night.

I won't. I won't. I won't.

To be the most. To anyone.

That would be nice.

kmc