Sunday, November 11, 2007

Just a little hemorrhage, only the tiniest rupture, and well worth it. By 2am sleep is good. If I wake up dead, I say, make sure Jme Caroline reads the face-fucking poem at my funeral.

When Kinko's printed my manuscript, they put all 338 pages in this 8 1/2 by 11 cardboard manuscript box. It was so sexy. I wanted to be inside of it.

I saw No Country for Old Men. The Cohen brothers are the hottest brothers. They did such a good job of capturing the stark poetry of McCarthy's prose. Every frame of it was filthy and beautiful. The acting was impeccable, and it had the most. badass. villian. ever. I should see more movies.

In other news, I open my big mouth too much. Bitches.

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