Tonight I had a thought that bummed me out, which is that in most of my relationships of the romantic kind, I knew right at the beginning it was doomed and would end in sadness, but I went towards that end anyway. How bleak! I wonder what that all means. At any rate, I gotta knock it off. That’s no way to live!

Anyway, here’s big-ass-chinned George Clooney laying down a sick burn in OUT OF SIGHT (1998):

I have a new plug. She’s great. I went to her house yesterday to pick up a couple of things and I met her cats. Then I walked two and a half miles home as the sun set. It rained a little but it was warm out and so I walked under it. As usual, I took some pictures:

More than anything else in life, all I want to do is ride bicycles at night with a cute girl. I don’t think that’s asking too much!

Here’s some evergreen advice from Glengarry Glen Ross that you can essentially apply to any situation in your life:

I finally found the glasses Marcello Mastroianni wears in 8½ . . . or anyway they’re similar enough. Hopefully I can pull them off!!!

For reasons I won’t get into right now, this is more or less what I have been doing lately:

Here’s a beat-up fellow Ryan pointing a gun at some scumbag in ONLY GOD FORGIVES (2013):

My ceiling on any given night:

Finally, here’s my greaseball clown ass stoned to the bone and watching COP (1988) last night:

Well . . . so long for now! ☆彡