split second in time

i love my life right now. sure, there are still parts that need improvement. enhancement. upgrading. finetuning. but tonight, after dinner, sipping a glass of wine, i was overcome with the sentiment: i love my fucking life.

something i've been thinking about: the drive to see the mediocre movie. tonight i went to see a completely predictable and cliche-sauteed movie. i knew what it was beforehand. i read the reviews. i didn't care. i wanted to be bathed in the italian sun too. it was predictable, it was scenic, it was dotted with feel-good affirmations. in short, it was indulgent. but i ask you: what is the difference between indulging in the romantic fantasy and indulging in the daily bits of chocolate, the extra cup of coffee with the extra dose of cream, or the filet when there is no good occasion? we indulge. i think it is ironic to be embarrassed. or to judge people for this.

meanwhile, i think my review of the movie would be much the same as everyone else's: too good to be true. too scenic. too predictable. too chickflick. i don't care.

maybe i just want a life founded on all the good cliches.

what did i do this weekend? it was chockful yet not a lot "got done." maybe those are the best weekends. i think one of my goals is The Agenda Free Weekend. which is ironic? or is it just conflicting?

when does a conflict become a hypocracy?
what is the largest song bird?
what gets you excited every morning?
what makes you jump out of bed?