twenty-something

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Saw Closer last night with Dunc. I fucking loved it. Beautiful people saying dirty things! Yes! But beyond all that "shocking" stuff, there is the Damien Rice song, and there is also something very true in this film, something about men, and sex, and jealousy, and love. I think Clive Owen's character, Larry, is simply brillant (and Clive Owen, himself, is just edible and amazing). In fact, I think I related very much to his monster of a man on screen. He is a caveman who can love, hate, fuck, be tender, be cruel, be a sex maniac, demand details, sob, and manipulate his way back into a relationship and then fuck with the guy who messed everything up.

Yeah, I saw a bit of myself in that.

Perhaps I am a man after all.

* * *My apartment is a mess. D and I brought back some bottles last night, and started hoe-ing out my kitchen. I have so much shit waiting to be recycled, but I always forget that it's recycle day, so it piles up. I think I'm going to just dump it all in the garbage out back before I leave for home next week.

* * *So last night, we also exchanged our gifts at, like midnight. I gave him a Old Navy gift bag containing The Cult of Mac book (which, sadly, I just discovered is like $15 cheaper on Amazon than at Borders), the DVD of that Strongbad thing he likes, a Celtics t-shirt from Urban Outfitters, and a stuffed Stewie thing. He seemed to like, but wasn't overly excited.

For my gift, I get to spend New Year's with him, in a hotel, in Boston. I'm surprised by this, and happy, too. Here's hoping it doesn't turn into a huge disaster. Fingers crossed, ok?