I've also decided that 'Kill Bill' is a complete piece of shit and Tarantino is a lameass shitty director. Seriously, that movie fucking blows, not just in a lameass way but in a mysoginist ultraviolent and somehow still utterly boring way.

Yesterday makes it *nineteen* years since my mom passed away, every year goes by quicker and quicker. This week was the first time in a really really really long time that I felt the need to talk to her or have her around. She's been gone so long that I don't think about it much, but I really wanted to ask her about relationships and life and all about love and shit like that this week, because she'd have a different angle than my dad or sister or stepmother. Anyway, I worked through it on my own, but still, it would've been nice. In a way it was nice to think of her that much even though it felt sucky overall.

Cue the Flaming Lips...

Do You Realize that everyone you know
Someday will die
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes
Let them know you realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.