although television on a sunday is horrid at best, i find myself doing nothing but sitting in front of the tv on a lazy sunday off of work. i love it.
i'm currently watching wuthering heights out of mild curiosity. i've never read the book. i've never had any desire to read the book and the only thing i understand about the book is that kathy and heathcliff ruin their own happiness. or, kathy does?
i can't remember exactly what... oh. shit. i knew someone hadn't told me about this book. i've read about this book. in another book. a book i'm not allowed to mention because as part of my '8000 step program' i'm not supposed to voice the fact i had a thought about this particular book i'm banned from mentioning.
i guess putting it down in writing isn't really breaking the rules.
well, if not i hadn't really futher than like, step 2: admitting i had/have/will continue to have a problem.
i'd been feeling that i needed to pack away some of that part of my life in a box for safe keeping. but that means i'm not supposed to see it every day. then again, worst things could happen.

i'm really supposed to be reading this dreadful book on the witch hunts in salem villiage of 1693. it's beyond dreadful. i find myself when i'm reading it gazing off into space just to avoid the printed words on the page. i can't stand it. i think i've tried (clearly unsuccessfuly) to read through chapter one about 3 times. i've tried different locations: at the gym while on the bikes, on the bus, on the couch, in the dining room. i'm thinking of comissioning a venture into space in order to be further distracted by ordinary things.
on second thought... no. i'd be even more distracted up there. far too distracted to read about goody good and sarah osbourne and whomever else they decide is a witch today. i'm getting confused even thinking about it. stupid pilgrams. stupid stupid stupid.

ugh. i don't even know what's going on on the television anymore. kathy keeps saying it's cold, but clearly it's because she's wearing about 18lbs of silk. heathcliff has come back from america. i won't lie: the actor playing heathcliff is pretty sexy, in that 'i can put on a fake english accent and still manage to be american' kind of way.
oh. i take that back. his profile and sideburns just ruined EVERYTHING.

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although television on a sunday is horrid at best, i find myself doing nothing but sitting in front of the tv on a lazy sunday off of work. i love it.
i'm currently watching wuthering heights out of mild curiosity. i've never read the book. i've never had any desire to read the book and the only thing i understand about the book is that kathy and heathcliff ruin their own happiness. or, kathy does?
i can't remember exactly what... oh. shit. i knew someone hadn't told me about this book. i've read about this book. in another book. a book i'm not allowed to mention because as part of my '8000 step program' i'm not supposed to voice the fact i had a thought about this particular book i'm banned from mentioning.
i guess putting it down in writing isn't really breaking the rules.
well, if not i hadn't really futher than like, step 2: admitting i had/have/will continue to have a problem.
i'd been feeling that i needed to pack away some of that part of my life in a box for safe keeping. but that means i'm not supposed to see it every day. then again, worst things could happen.

i'm really supposed to be reading this dreadful book on the witch hunts in salem villiage of 1693. it's beyond dreadful. i find myself when i'm reading it gazing off into space just to avoid the printed words on the page. i can't stand it. i think i've tried (clearly unsuccessfuly) to read through chapter one about 3 times. i've tried different locations: at the gym while on the bikes, on the bus, on the couch, in the dining room. i'm thinking of comissioning a venture into space in order to be further distracted by ordinary things.
on second thought... no. i'd be even more distracted up there. far too distracted to read about goody good and sarah osbourne and whomever else they decide is a witch today. i'm getting confused even thinking about it. stupid pilgrams. stupid stupid stupid.

ugh. i don't even know what's going on on the television anymore. kathy keeps saying it's cold, but clearly it's because she's wearing about 18lbs of silk. heathcliff has come back from america. i won't lie: the actor playing heathcliff is pretty sexy, in that 'i can put on a fake english accent and still manage to be american' kind of way.
oh. i take that back. his profile and sideburns just ruined EVERYTHING.