the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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10:00 p.m. + 2004-07-10 = there really isn't an eloquant manner in which to state the moral of this story.
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i have just washed down two non-habit forming [but, warning! do not take for longer than 2 weeks!] sleep-aid pills with a mini bottle of raspberry vodka, acquired as a doorprize at a party-so-eoned-from-memory-and-context, dumped into a large pint of icecold diet coke.
'twouldn't be necessary were it not for the crowning moment of today's flurry of bittersweet activity....
peacock and scott had coffee. [[i haven't written about scott before, i'm just realising... brief synopsis... "fireworks&butterflies" and "right place, wrong fucking time." [the bronze medal, though he never bothered finishing the race and champions thirdslot by default.]...and he more or less led to the demise of the brian&mattson fairytale...so that's scott.]]
peacock and scott had coffee. peacock announces this as we're en route to film.
great film, maybe i'll go again when i'm not spending a third of it composing blog-entry.
peacock and scott had coffee...
y'know what...?[-rhetorical punctuation.]
no [fucking] comment.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
