
I think I'm over the worst of this cold. In the last 14 hours
I've drunk two bottles of cheap wine and 4 cans of Grolsch. I've watched
Synecdoche, New York which deserves to be regarded as the film
equivalent of a smack in the mouth. It's like Proust's 'A La Recherche
Du Temps Perdu' in that if you made it to the end of it, you either didn't
understand it or you're a fucking liar. Good evening.
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Sat 23 Jan 2010, 1:08,
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I've drunk two bottles of cheap wine and 4 cans of Grolsch. I've watched
Synecdoche, New York which deserves to be regarded as the film
equivalent of a smack in the mouth. It's like Proust's 'A La Recherche
Du Temps Perdu' in that if you made it to the end of it, you either didn't
understand it or you're a fucking liar. Good evening.

Have a *edited* snuggle for your labours.

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Sat 23 Jan 2010, 1:12,
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however as always, it lead to a fight
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Sat 23 Jan 2010, 2:21,
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A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu and pencilled in one of the margins it said, "you have reached page 156 - very well done".
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Sat 23 Jan 2010, 1:23,
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My friend did actually watch to the end, but didn't really understand, or like, it.
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