Sunday, February 17, 2008

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I'm watching Sixteen Candles and realizing that at 35, John Hughes still makes me sad. I didn't expect life to ever be like one of his films, but it just makes me pissed off that I spent my formative years and many more after just wanting to be dead. Fucking brain chemistry. At least I could have been aspiring to find a Jack Ryan. Or a Long Duck Dong.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hopefully one day you will find your Jack Ryan. An I hope you find him to be as dreamy as Samantha thought Jake Ryan was.

The Kid