  I think this is the most intentional time away from blogging I have ever taken. I’ve been in one of those whimsical, thoughtful moods for this entire week. It’s like self-reflection except it’s done through eating a lot of junk food and watching My So Called Life in syndication. To get to the point; I am feeling really identity-less. I’ve almost always been this way, only now I don’t like it as much. Now it’s more lonely than it is elite. Confusing? You bet. Listening to me talk lately has to be somewhat of a trial.
I really appreciate everyone who has suffered through my long explanations of Veganism and why I selectively hate pop culture. I’m a time bomb of emotion and senselessness; at any given moment I may go off. Watch out for airborne nostalgia, angst, and disappointment. ------------------------------------------ Last night was pretty interesting. The film Y Tu Mama Tambien isn't even rated. It’s beyond NC-17, but has an actual plotline that discerns itself from actual porn. The most perplexing element of the movie was something only I could find perplexing; we’re the actors actually having sex ?
The opening scene is Diego Luna humping the crap out of his girlfriend oh-so-graphically. That sort of unabashed SEX defines a lot of the film. But not only is it about drugs and sex, but about social class and friendship too. Ok, ok… so Y Tu Mama Tambien can be seen as deep. However, not being mentally over the age of twelve, I appreciate Robin’s view on the film “Holy crap! I can see his penis!” Affectionately… Anna 
