Not Logic

Well, this week's been pretty treacherous so far. I feel like Brenda Spencer, practically. Although I have to admit, the weekend preceding was pretty nice. Friday, enjoyed some green and tanned topless yet again at the river. Later introduced Adriana to The Big Lebowski, we noticed the similarities between the Dude, Walter, and Donny to me, her, and Lupita. And Saturday, well, that was pretty fun too. Ha.

I was thinking...
as stagnant as my life is in the "big picture," things vary wildly on a second by second basis on the small scale. And when the "big picture" is being cemented into suburban muck, the small scale becomes magnified to ridiculous importance. This unsettles things, and a healthy state of mind seems quite out of reach. I've been listening to far too much Beethoven. And The Sarcastic Dharma Society. Oh, beemp3.com has hilarious captchas, or whatever the fuck they're called.

(It changes, because I didn't save it. Used to say PENIS)
Which calls to my mind another issue.
Why, in God's name, do emotions have anything to do with sex?
Completely and utterly illogical. If the human animal is genetically promiscuous, as so many scientist argue, and the ideal family structure seems to fail time and time again, then Jesus Christ, why do so many frail and emotionally decrepit girls drive themselves insane by installing their whole self worth in the men, or the boys, that they fuck?
Possibly, it could be the intimacy. But again, intertwining physicality with your mind's inner workings is another ticket to disaster, or Darwinian death sentence.
Or at least, it seems that way.

Oh, I need to scream a big WTF to Robert Pattinson playing fucking Salvador Dali in Little Ashes. If you know what Dali actually sounded like, with his rich intoxicating accent, you know this is sheer lunacy. And that may be an understatement. Pattinson is eye candy. He is talentless and bland. Not Dali.
No way.

I can't wait for all the Twilight fan girls to be proclaiming their romance with surrealism. I also can't wait to call them out on it with intensive questioning. Salvador was my first love, and I shall defend him. Ugh, the world's gone to shit.