You Make Me Perfect

The absolute best movie ever, also known as Spielberg's JAWS is 35 years old today. In case you count movies' age from their opening date, of course. It's a shame we haven't got it on Blu-ray yet - come on, Universal, you gave us 25th and 30th Anniversary edition DVDs, now we need some HD here. Hurry. Up.

Anyways, I haven't posted anything in a full month now. Should I recap what happened in the meantime? First, as it turned out, the weirdest girl in this whole country has a crush on me. Good to know things like this. Knowing that someone likes you, it feels really good. The knowledge itself, no matter how screwed up that other person is. I guess this is why women who get beaten up all the time can't let their so-called soulmate go, even if he's (she's?) the world's biggest d-d-d-d-d-di... uh, penishead. Just think about Rose and Jerky Jim.

(No, the crusher isn't Miss Ruiner. When it comes to strange habits, this one bears with a bit more common weirdness, involving blades and wrists - yes, it's an old cliché. What interesting is, she's the one who always calls me a downer for some reason, and says I'm not thinking positive enough. Fancy that.)

Self-hurting feeds our self-esteem, right now this is what my oh-so-wise-one-sentence comment would be about modern relationships. Well, 90% of modern relationships, especially if we're talking about young and wild people, like me.

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Good Ol' Life, Fate, God Or Whatever flows me towards policemen all the time. They caught me while I was riding my bike without lights on - it cost me 3000 HUF, big deal. It happened last week, just after Mykee told me he wants to be a cop, and it seems to be a nice career for myself, in case all else fails and Good Ol' Life, Fate, God Or Whatever crushes (oh, these crushers!) all my dreams. You gotta love that guy.

Now I'm about to drink some Coke with wine, and watch some B movies. This is going to be a fun... dawn, I guess. Hope you are all right, my dearest readers, and can enjoy the summer more than I do.