(diaryland) January 22, 2004 - 5:00 p.m.

I think about dying all the time. I wish I would stop that.

I'm also currently having a terrible problem with arthouse movies all about sex, like Last Tango In Paris, and In the Realm of the Senses.

When I was watching Last Tango in Paris ages ago, I got so terribly bored and embarrassed with Marlon Brando's freestyling that I had to stop the video when he started rambling on about sticking a stick of butter or some cheese up that chick's arse.

I was like, "Ahh... fuck this."

And a few nights ago, I watched in the Realm of the Senses, which was all about some people having sex a lot in an increasingly messy room.

Then, after almost two hours of this, the chick cut off the guy's dick and balls, and I was like, "M-hm."

BORING.

I don't know how to finish this entry.