Knock your socks off.

My wife used to fart when she was nervous. She had all sorts of wonderful little idiosyncrasies. She used to fart in her sleep. I thought I’d share that with you. One night it was so loud it woke the dog up. She woke up and went ‘ah was that you?’ And I didn’t have the heart to tell her [...] she’s been dead for 2 years, and that's the shit I remember: wonderful stuff you know? Little things like that. Those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I know about: that's what made her my wife. Oh she had the goods on me too, she knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections, but they're not. Ah, that's the good stuff.

- Robin Williams playing Sean, Good Will Hunting

I've always been a big fan of Good Will Hunting since I first saw it. I've watched it several times and love the simplicity of human relations that comes through in the interaction of the characters. It really speaks to me.

Anyway, while I rarely write anything that's personally embarrassing, I figured that in this instance I'd cross the threshold... This morning I had an experience similar to the beginning of the above quote (the part regarding the fart). I was sound asleep next to my better half and sortof half-woke because my throat was dry. I had forgotten to get myself a glass of water before going to bed, but didn't feel I was de-hydrated enough to bother getting up for one, so I just ignored it and drifted back into a light sleep. Shortly after, I was woken up to the loud sound of a fart. I looked over at Colin and, since I was still half asleep, I sortof chuckled and giggled to myself while he stirred, readjusted himself and went back to sleep. It was at that point that I realized that he wasn't the one who had made the offending noise... oops! Silly me, I was ever so slightly embarrassed. I noticed the sheets and blankets had bunched up around him and that my nekkid posterior had been sticking out over the side of the bed... without a muffler, I had made the loud and offending noise. Oh dear :( Anyway, it was funny if not terribly embarrassing and I'm not sure, but I think I actually woke him up and he was too polite to mention it... he's a heavy sleeper so I'm not sure, but it's good for a chuckle. It reminded me of the movie and made me think of how special my guy is, whether he knew about this one or not. It's fun being sappy, not so much being crappy. Hehe!

Another 5 years and I'll write some other fun and interesting thing... 'nuff said.

RARRRR!

'I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.'

oh... my... fucking... god... if I have to deal with one more knob today that has an intellect equivalent to an acorn, I'm going to go braindead...

FUCK! Get off my damn phone!!