One Woody Allen Film Leads to Another.

I feel as if I’ve been neglecting the diary as of late, but, frankly, when your day consists of watching Woody Allen movies over and over again, there’s not a lot to talk about. Plus, writing here cuts into the time that I could be watching Hannah and Her Sisters again, so it’s really quite a strain on me. I’m making sacrifices here people, a little appreciation, please?

Anyway, since, I’m now at home and have the comfort of watching Woody Allen movies anytime I want (without the previous annoyance of having angry black men yelling in my ear for the cause of “music”), it’s cut down on the time I spend on instant messenger services, and, thus, I’m really not having any contact with anyone anymore. This, while it’s a wonderful lifestyle for my film viewing habits, doesn’t lend itself well to diary entries. No funny stories about a strange girl flashing her breasts over her webcam (did I ever tell that story, oh it’s a funny one) or teachers making my life miserable by actually making me do collegiate work to get my degree. It really puts me at a loss for words.

So, my only real options are recapping all the classic Woody Allen films (and they’re all really great, well, except for The Curse of the Jade Scorpion, what a load of bullocks that movie was) or just babbling about nothing. As you can see I’ve chosen babbling about nothing. I’m sure you’re quite accustomed to this, but usually my babbling about nothing never reaches the level in which I actually start babbling about babbling about nothing. I think this is pretty close to a first.

Oh, by the way, I also have discovered that you all really hate me, as my Blog Hot or Not rating fell all the way to a dismal 7.4 at last check. Really, you could have just left me a note saying “I think you’re a cunt,” you didn’t have to be so discreet about it. Nevertheless, people hating my writing has never stopped me before, and it’s not about to stop me now. That’s how dedicated to my fans I am. Dedication to fans that hate me, yes, but dedication nonetheless.

Well, it’s time to end this now. I logged on yahoo messenger while I was typing this and now I’ve got some poor soul wanting me to tell them how attractive they are. Oh, and, by the way, when you click off my diary and go to the internet personals like you know you are, here’s some advice: Don’t ask people “Hey what do you think of my picture?” because what you’re really saying is “I’m insecure and want to know if I’m cute enough for you” in which case you’re already putting yourself at a disadvantage. So, there’s a free bit of advice for the day. And with that this diary entry ends.