Back On The Bottle!

Actually, that's not quite true. If you want to get technical about it, my drinking yesterday had nothing to do with bottles; it was done strictly from aluminum cans. Twelve of them, to be exact. I started drinking midway through the day while the Red Wings game was on, and I didn't stop until I passed out sometime after midnight. Hell, the way the Wings have been playing lately, I needed alcohol just to get through the game. I know that the majority of the country doesn't give a fuck about NHL hockey, seeing as how shit like water polo matches kicks its ass in the ratings, but I need my hockey fix. Too bad the Wings are basically polishing up their golf clubs right now, getting ready to piss away yet another post season. The captain Steve Yzerman deserves better. This is probably his last year playing hockey, and he's such a decent, classy guy. If I were a chick, I'd totally do him.

*Ahem*
(Don't worry, I haven't turned gay or anything. My love life sucks, but it ain't THAT bad, people.)

You know, I once swore that I'd never become a blogger... and we all see how that worked out. Also, along those same lines, I swore I'd never get into MySpace, either. Well, I guess nobody should pay attention to ANYTHING I say, because I'm on there now, too. And I keep getting grief from people because I refuse to add any "friends" to my account. "Why don't you have any friends???" I get asked roughly fifty times a day. "Because I don't fucking want any," is invariably my response. See, as it is now, anybody who finds my personal MySpace account has to specifically look for it; and I LIKE it that way. The people that have been sending me e-mail are people that genuinely want to talk to me, not people who saw my name on someone else's buddy list and thought to themselves, "Hey, I vaguely remember that asshole." It seems SO important for people on MySpace to have a huge list of friends. Why? I don't know... maybe it makes them feel more loved or something. Maybe they're insecure and want to show everybody how many "friends" they have. Well, I have no need to feel loved, and I have no need to show everybody that I'm more popular than they are. That shit seemed stupid to me even when I was back in high school, you know?

I was thinking about making a separate MySpace account for "Jeremy the Loner," though. Not for existential reasons or anything like that. I just figured that I'd create the account, let people add me as a "friend" and get everyone the hell off my back--while still keeping my more "private" account on the side. Or maybe not. I don't know. I'm too dehydrated to think clearly.

Look for another edition of 80's Movie Spotlight in the near future. I've gotten some pretty interesting nominations thus far, so keep sending them.