So I drive my wife to the airport on Sunday, she's a high powered executive lady type, and after I drop her off I'm thinking "Wheeeee, I'm free." Only I'm not truly free because I've lost the capacity to plan by myself. Every time I want to do something I look over to where she'd be sitting on our luxurious couch and because she's not there I don't do the thing. I totally know how Britney feels now y'all. Anyhow, that was a total writer's trick to point out that this is Spiteful Lars coming at ya large and somewhat in charge. The facts presented were the truth however, so now I feel obligated to tell you what became of my Sunday after I realized I'd never be free again. Ready for it? 1) I finished the Grisham book "The Appeal" Allow me to make an appeal to John Grisham. Dude. You've GOT to to stop ending your books when you're tired of writing. I realize you're not trying to be Hemingway but this is getting ridiculous. You can't end a book to save your life you poor bastard! Next time write 200 pages and then send me the manuscript. I'll leave the audience feeling satisfied. You know I will. 2) I watched "In Bruges" with a pal. This is actually a really solid, really funny film. It's also the only time I've seen Colin Farrell perform at a high level (besides the sex tape). Now I know what you're saying. "Where's my celeb gossip and/or witty commentary bitch?" First off, watch your language. I'm a full fledged human and deserve love. Second, there isn't fuck-all going on today because it's the holiday and I'm only writing/working because it's either this or popping pills. You know the drill. So I'm going to look for some celeb stuff, and you can check back and there will be some new stuff... but for now the book bashing and movie recommending will have to suffice. Hugs and kisses, Lars P.S. - Yes we can! />So I drive my wife to the airport on Sunday, she's a high powered executive lady type, and after I drop her off I'm thinking "Wheeeee, I'm free." Only I'm not truly free because I've lost the capacity to plan by myself. Every time I want to do something I look over to where she'd be sitting on our luxurious couch and because she's not there I don't do the thing. I totally know how Britney feels now y'all. Anyhow, that was a total writer's trick to point out that this is Spiteful Lars coming at...