Molly Would

Sunday, May 27, 2012

MOVIE REVIEW: Chernobyl Diaries

I was coerced into seeing Chernobyl Diaries yesterday. It was.... how do I say this... HORRIBLE.

The acting was just plain bad. The plot had holes big enough to land a spaceship. Things didn't quite make sense. It was hopeless.

It was a bad movie. Really bad. Not even worth the air conditioning in the theater.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Hello Again!

We're back!

Wow, what a difference a few years makes, eh? I'm older, fatter, wrinklier...

What else has changed --
I've moved! Now living in New York City.

I'm engaged! Can you believe that? Engaged to my best friend. It's amazing.

I'm happy and unencumbered!

Now I guess I just need to bring some drama into my life, so here we are with the blog again.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Time Has Come

I'm sorry to see this day come, because I've loved having this blog for the last few years. It was strangely cathartic to look through my posts - the cryptic and the not-so-cryptic - to relive some of the past. I have had some wonderful times.

But it has come time to see this blog end, and I'll tell you why. I've grappled with how to say this. I think it's going to end up like a child cursing for the first time. I want to tell you that I've made a mistake. A few months ago I met someone who has become my best friend. But a few months before that I met someone who has turned into an enemy. I had given up on finding love and I started dating a guy I really didn't care for one way or the other. I was ambivalent. I gave him a try. There was a snow-pocalypse. Things got weird. This guy ended up being a racist, a miser, a liar, a user. I wouldn't claim that he raped me but that was the most scared I've ever been in my own home, and I haven't cried like that in years. I couldn't stand him and I couldn't get away from him. Still can't. I told him - begged him, really - to leave me alone, but he won't. Or can't, I don't know. I told him the next time he showed up at my house I'd call the police, and he showed up the very next day. I have countless voice mails that prove my claim. I could not make it any more clear to him. I want him out of my fucking life. But he continues to read this blog and continues to post comments to remind me that he's out there. And I'm sick of it. SICK OF IT.

If this motherfucker refuses to give me up, then I have to do what I can do get rid of him. If I delete this blog, the last little bit of personal space I have out there, then hopefully he will finally forget about me and move on. I HAVE MOVED ON.

Here's an example of my messages to him:
June 6th, 2010: please don't call - I won't pick up. I don't want to communicate with you any further.

June 10th, 2010: you're not listening to me. It's over. I don't want any more communication with you. I do not appreciate you coming to my house last night and leaving phone messages. I've alerted the front office and they will call the police if they see you back here. Please move on and leave me alone.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Lifestyles of the Bitch and Blubberous

I've lived alone for over 10 years. Alone - no roommates, no kids, no family, no pets, no plants...

I thought this was badass but what I'm realizing is that it has turned me into an uberbitch. Oh yes, things need to be just so. It doesn't make any sense. The tv remote in the bedroom needs to be on the shelf by the window, not the one by the door. Does it matter?

Anyway, point is I've been pushing BB pretty hard to move in with me. Mainly because I want to see if we're compatible in a daily life situation. It makes financial sense. And when he's not over here I wish he was. The thing I love about BB (and trust me there are many things) is that when I turn into a serious bitch and I'm hungry and driving and lost and just ITCHING FOR A FIGHT, he handles me perfectly. He's quiet, he deals with it, and he shoves food into my mouth to make the worst part of my bad mood go away. He's great. I'm crazy about him.