|Current mood:|| contemplative|
|Current music:||still haven't found what i'm looking for|
"yes it's true, i live for you" - george harrison
"i had a friend named ramblin' bob; he used to steal, gamble and rob. he's in the jailhouse now." Soggy Bottom Boys
Ok, so I pop in Secret Window, (purchased at the Mart-o-Wal), and all of a sudden I assume the character. Morty Rainey. It's actually Mort, did you know mort means death in italian? and died in french. so there you go, that tempestuous Stephen King. Whenever I watch movies I assume the character(s) of my choice, and mimic. That's odd to some circles, but the actress in me comes out i guess. I would love to act, write, garden, psychologize, (not a word, i know). I have to continue that story. I have to develop James so he's not just some chain-smoking guitarist-mechanic on the brink. and the bloody scene isn't enough to end the story thus far. james: favorite=him, margaritaville a.k.a. cancun for mummy dearest, slipping the blonde secretary the hot beef injection for the dad. too much stress, drugs for janet. depression and loner tendencies for James. inferiority complex....... more later. must extend notes.