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I’m in a funk right now, mostly owing to PMS. The weather has been a bit gloomy; even when it’s sunny out there’s a shadow of oppressive darkness hanging around. See how it’s crushing our dog? Tiny purple weed flowers growing close to the ground. You don’t even feel like stretching.

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Here’s the latest on not being pregnant and what we’re doing about it.

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How about some movie-talk? We saw Iron Man. We went into it prepared for the bad aspects; it was a ridiculous blockbuster MOVIE-movie, and we needed that for the mindless entertainment factor. I loved the metal King Kong and the flying-against-the-fighter-jets scenes. It was nowhere near a V for Vendetta type of flick, but it’s still special to see a big movie in the theater with a lefty storyline. One annoying detail sticks out in my mind above all others: armpits. Was it my imagination, or were his armpits shaved after supposed months in captivity? If so, gross. That’s the epitome of a fucked-up dose of contemporary unreality.

I definitely think we should all thank our lucky stars Robert Downey Jr. got the title role instead of Cage or Cruise. He’s been wank material for me since I was a teen watching Less Than Zero when James Spader made him get on his knees and suck some cock to pay for drugs. I so wish that scene was hardcore or even just a minute longer (since it wasn’t I relied heavily upon the straight scenes for “inspiration”). I loved Secretary and all, but I’d really rather have seen a long redux of that interrupted BJ scene. Maybe this time it could have been Jake instead of Maggie joining RDJ to perform sweaty, tear-stained head on some large coked-up stallion. Robert, you STILL have the most lickable, greasy eyelids in film. And I will never forget the way you told us you were getting “chubby” in Shortcuts.

If you want a sense of what my days have been like lately, check here.

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