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confessions of a dinner whore

Monday, May 07, 2007

various stages

our little doggie had a stroke on friday. i spent 2 days at her side, watching over her. i remember the pain in her eyes, the sadness, the fear. incomprehension. her body tormented by agonizing cramps. we placed soft cushions all around her so she wouldn't get hurt.
the vet said she had no chances of surviving. yet, today she wagged her tail and barked for the first time since the friday accident. guess a doggie miracle happened. her sense of balance is still a bit disordered.
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i went to see spiderman 3 with my friend martin. it was good, great entertainment, although not as good as first two parts [i love the scene where spidey saves that train from falling down/crashing in sm2, after he fought doc oc, how people helped him afterwards, seriously, so touching and heroic i cried].
later, we got something to eat [spinach ravioli for me] and then chain-smoked in front of the restaurant. we got all pretentious [at least i did], it was such a melancholic evening. i realised we are so dawson's creek. we live in a small town from which we want to get out, and sooner or later we are. we have hopes, dreams, goals, angst. and i live near a lake.
i'm the gay character, that's obvious. martin would be pacey, though he doesn't have a handsome policeman brother whom i could date. bah!
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i also saw perfect stranger and few die hard 4 trailers. bruce willis is hothot as always and proves he still has that 'something.'
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[46 days.]

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