Friday, January 18, 2002

"The other women, whatever.
"I was thinking that, they're just fantasies. You know? And they always seem really great, because there are never any problems. And if there are, they're cute problems, like we bought each other the same christmas present, or she wants to see a movie I've already seen. And then when I come home, and you and I have real problems. And you don't even want to see the movie, period.
"There's no lingerie.
"Oh yes, you do. You have great lingerie. But you also have the cotton underwear that's been washed a thousand times and is hanging on the thing, and. And they have it too, It's just I don't have to see it because it's not part of the fantasy.
"Do you understand?
"I'm tired of it. Of the fantasy. Because it doesn't really exist. And there are never really any surprises and it never really ... delivers. Right. And I'm tired of it. And I'm tired of everything else for that matter.

"But I don't ever seem to get tired of you."

-John Cusack



Watched High Fidelity again. Thought it set a proper tone for the rest of the blog.


I had once vowed never to keep one. Things change - the one true thing there is in life.

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