not even close

i haven't written in a while, not because i don't have anything to write [i always have something to write], but because sometimes things are better kept to an audience of one. some people [i know] think of their blog as their own personal bitchfest. well, if you have the cushy little life you chose for yourself, and still wish to complain about how much you hate it, then perhaps a journal would suffice. there is something to be said about pen on paper versus the cruel coldness of a keyboard...

last night M and i went and saw the much anticipated Eclipse. don't judge me. it's a good story. not necessarily a well-written saga, but a good story nonetheless. although i am becoming increasingly annoyed with how the character of Edward is unfolding on film. he was hot in the first movie, but now he's become this annoying, pansy-ass excuse of a vampire. maybe he's the ideal boyfriend for a thirteen-year-old girl, but once you're a little older, you require some balls on your man. which is why True Blood's Eric Northman would kick his ass eight days a week. i'm just saying...

i have been listening to She & Him most of the morning. a co-worker came into my office, asked if it was Don Ho. to which i replied: this is a girl singing. to which he replied: Sarah McLaughlin? no, not even close.