I saw Milk today, and it was, as I described, an "incredible, devastating, beautiful" film. And it fucking made me all emotional. By which I mean I cried my eyes out. Then I felt cathartic afterwards, so I guess it was worth it?
I write. I read. I talk about film all the time. I do all the things people my age do. I do some things people my age don't. I'm content. Life is good. That is all.
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