I'm awake, watching There's Something About Mary because I need something that won't make me think. Prior to this awe-inspiring cinematic achievement, I was watching a documentary on Ingrid Newkirk, the founder of PeTA. And, of course, it had the obligatory scenes featuring animal abuse, and it made me sick to me stomach. Which is odd, because that isn't usually the reaction I have to materials like that.
I turned it off soon after that, watched Boondocks, and now I'm viewing Matt Dillon's finest non-Coppola film.
I sometimes wish I wasn't such a fucking asshole.
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