I’m obsessed with the movie Ghost right now.
It’s a pretty bad film.
The holes in the plot are big enough to drive an El train through, and Patrick Swayze has all of three facial expressions to work with, but darn it, there’s something compelling about it.
Because I need to brag about my good life. I need to write it, and record it so that I may look back in times of need, when my hope is low, and get that reminder of what a fucking fabulous woman I am, and what an incredible life I have.
Because our web host really screwed up our scgi-bin, and I can’t even access my albatross/project/journal at the moment.
Because I fucking rock, and I won’t be pushed out of here without reminding YOU of that.