Tell Me All And I'll Tell You

It's remarkable how many skeletons can emerge from numerous closets in a single week. Act I: The song and dance of finding out that people you held a reasonable opinion of are actually bithces, that some just love stirring the shit, watch alcohol cheapen someone you know, and that others are incapable of accepting you as you are. Act II: The dirty little secrets and information everyone has stashed away in the back of their minds, just laying dormant 'til something activates them again. Then the curtain falls.

Watched the matrix the a few days back and I'd totally forgotten how brilliant and sexy it is. Although through all of the effects, philosophy and fiction there's one thing that literally jumps out of the film; question everything you know - what you're told, what you do, all the rules and norms you follow, even your existence. It's also fascinating to see how the characters become so dependent on many different things - power, others, love or looking at porn. Pretty deep huh?

I think I saw my real Dad the other day, assuming that he's still in the same job. Even after a few 'near' sightings I'd still have no idea how to act, or what I'd say if he approached me. Seriously, what a douche. On the note of spastics I actually saw a 'chav' take on an articulated lorry today. I don't think it crossed his mind that it could have turned him into strawberry jam within a second, idiot. He was just so sure that either:

A) The multi-ton lorry would stop
B) He could dodge it with little notice
C) He would be able to punch straight through it with a sovereign.

Last night was the first of the 21st birthday parties, and what a night it was! Good to see all the ol' schoolmates back together, catch up with everyone and drink hours of the evening out of my brain. Wilson's birthday always gets the ball rolling, two more this week and another few pencilled in for the next month, makes me kinda look forward to my one too, hope it kicks ass.