A personal update?

This is me, continuing to not be forthcoming about my hopes, dreams, daily activities, or personal hygiene. (Which is, now that I mention it, rather good. Quite up to first world standards, if I do say so myself.)

I never update because I try to pen these deep, cohesive entries that incorporate all of my experiences into some larger and more meaningful whole. Like most lives mine is neither cohesive nor especially meaningful, so I manage to fail every time. Really I’ve just been working, reading, visiting friends, drinking with colleagues, stressing over things I don’t control, and sleeping rather poorly. I expect the next few months to be filled with more of the same. I also filled out my FAFSA. Apparently I can only afford to pay about $4,000/yr. for grad school. SWEET! I do so love me some student loans.

The next entry I am dangling in front of you like a dangly and desirable yet ultimately most likely unattainable thing has to do with machismo and violence and mob mentality. And film. And literature. And the intersection of film and literature. AND THE MOB. I’ll bring the bullshit, you bring the cannoli.