Last time I saw you, you were being fucked in the ass with a double ended dildo

I did it all for you, Sarah. Are you sick of hearing that line yet?

But in all seriousness, if there are better ways to spend a Sunday than in one of the two armchairs at the Paramount with a good coffee and almond croissants (metaphorically shove that up your ass, Limegreen!) and Labyrinth on the big screen in front of you, then I’d like to hear about it.

The audience was primarily girls of about mine or Karen’s ages, and I’m willing to bet that “David Bowie in tight pants” was one of their most outstanding memories from childhood too, like it probably is for most of my female readers. Is there a movie that’s cooler than Labyrinth? I’m not sure that there is. I think it’s no wonder that people my age have so much trouble finding partners when we’ve been brought up with rolemodels like Jareth (and Wesley, I suppose). I wish the Goblin King had fallen in love with me instead. Who couldn’t fall in love with a guy who did it all for them? Girls who take it up the butt for coke, I suppose. But that’s beside the point.

So yes, in case you couldn’t tell, I’m on the upwards curve again. On Friday I decided that instead of getting the tattoo, I’d donate $100 to relevant charities instead, and that brought with it a large sense of peace. I drank half a bottle of Vanilla Absolut, but I drank it slowly, with sodawithatwist, and so there was no catharsis, and that was okay too. Then last night I went to see A Very Long Engagement with Karen and realised half way through that I’d actually read the book (although I’m having a whole bunch of trouble placing it in my life – did any of you guys lend it to me? Or was it while I was living in The Slab with Bopha?). I still cried though. I loved that movie, although the trench bits were incredibly gruelling and heartbreaking. You know what’s really wrong and bad? War. Yeah. Then we had dinner at Istana Malaysia, where the pakoras were partly cold, but the rendang was spicy and hot.

Soon I’m going to go back into town to have dinner at Kazu with Karen and my parents, but I’m sure before then I will listen to “Free Money” about a trillion times more, since Karen just lent me Horses. If you’re unfamiliar with Patti Smith, you might remember that song as the one that plays over the credits for In My Father’s Den and it is pretty much The Greatest Song In The World right now – along with “Maps” which is on the Yeah Yeah Yeahs album that some very nice (random) gentleman from nzmusic.com saw was on my wishlist and sent to me – the original even and not a burn. Aww! It made my heart glad.

EDIT: Dear MarkB – or MarkB’s lackey – from Auckland, if you happen to be reading this. Umm, hi! I don’t know who you are, or how you found my parents’ address, but thanks for the movie pass.

RE-EDIT: Oh, apparently to NZgirl.co.nz I won a double pass to Garden State. Righto. That’s what it would be for. Also I suppose if I’m thanking them right about now I should also thank them for all that free booze and for helping me to hook up with other uninvited guests at their party….

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