Catfish

I just got back from doing the groceries. I bought a bit of stuff. Some healthy, some not so healthy. I hope that none of it goes to waste, because that is definately the most frustrating thing. Buying something, and then it not being used, and it rotting away.

So last night I went up and saw The Devil Wears Prada. As often happens, I preferred the book. What was disappointing was that this could basically have been a completely different story. In the book it's more about how much she hates her job, but sees it as a way of getting ahead. She calls it her year of servitude. And as much as she hates her job, she still allows it to consume her, because she can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I didn't get that impression from the movie. The movie just left me feeling hollow. Anyways. The movie was just clothing porn. If I was into that more, maybe I could have bought a box of popcorn and put a hole in the bottom, but I'm not, so I didn't.

After the movie was over I took Ria to one of my favourite eating establishments. The 24 hour fish and chip shop in Kangaroo Point. It's one of my favourites not because they do great food, because they don't. I just like how everything is behind bullet proof glass, and the attendant/cook serves you through a little window. And they have pin ball machines. It's always interesting going there, as there are often a few unsavoury characters around. Last night was no exception. There was a couple of ladies there who had seen better days. Or at least I hope they had, because if they haven't I feel very sorry for them. Tight jeans were the order of the day, and the older lady had tastefully hitched her bum floss up high on her waist, while her jeans remained around her hips. They were talking about debts that they owed, and one said to the other how some guy should just "shove it up his fucking arse." Gold. Just as we were leaving, some dude came in. He wasn't a very happy camper. Shouting and pointing his finger. Something was going down.

The burgers we had were okay. The chips were nice.

I'm listening to some Cannibal Corpse at the moment. I don't know why. The other day I was sitting around, and I thought to myself, you know, it's been a long time since I've listened to any real heavy metal. I still listen to some old trash Metallica, but the heavy stuff has been lacking. Not that I was ever really into it. But there's a time and place for everything. Even the double kick drum.

I haven't been back to the gym yet. I hope to get there tonight, although I'm not sure how that is going to go. I'm supposed to be having coffee with my sister at some point. She wants to talk to me about something I think. I don't know what it is. I hope that it's not too heavy.