Insatiable Love

Sam: So what were you trying to do? Trying to get me to like you?

George: No, I was trying to get you to love me.

Sam: Well congratulations, you fucking pulled it off!

-Life As A House

Today I was reading Kristen's blogs from 2002-2005. It's eerie how much everybody has changed, but then again, we're no different. It sounds cliche, but I honestly don't regret anything I've ever done or said in the past. I just regret the outcome of how things are today...especially lost friendships. There is a period near the end of senior year that just flew past me and smacked me in the face. It is something I think about every day, and wish never happened. I regret never seeing some truly genuine people anymore. It's so taboo among current friends. It's seems it never happened. It's like a forbidden line that must never be crossed. Is there really a line? Is this reality?

I'm currently listening to the BIRTH soundtrack. I must say, quite an outstanding soundtrack. It's so original, and fresh, and different, and unique. I love a good soundtrack. To me, one of the best parts of the entire movie experience is the music. If a movie has terrible music, it can ruin everything. I still ponder the idea of mixing my two loves: music and film. I think it'd be great to compose music for movies. Satisfying.

Arrested Development still holds a deep place in my heart. I promise you, readers, if you have not seen this television program, you're missing out on some of the best writing and cast on current television.


Work recently has been...well, work. I probably work with some of the coolest people on earth. I really should just open up and get to know them a lot better than I do now. Yea, there is the occasional psycho that never stops talking, but you just have to smile and nod...smile and nod: story of my life. Also today, one of my managers pulled me aside and began to thank me for having such a great attitude. She said I'm one of the few people she can trust and not have to babysit during work. It feels so good to be complimented. I couldn't help to feel guilty, though, because outside of work, I'm one of the laziest motherfuckers you'll ever meet. I complain SO much about random shit. I like to think it's a genetic thing b/c my family complains a lot.

Today some lady told me that she admired my hair. She then went on the compare me to Brad Pitt...

HAHA Brad Pitt?! What a moron. I look way more like Tom Cruise!


Hello. My name is Patrick. How may I help you? I look stoned in this pictures...check out my eyes.


I keep telling Alex that I'm going to go just one day without using the word fuck, but I never make it past an 15 minutes or so. I curse like a sailor...or Colin Farrell. For some reason, people that don't know me well find that hard to believe. Fuck that...

As you can tell, I just ran out of things to post about, so this will mark the end of my night. Good night, and laters for now!