the j.d. character in "heathers" makes me go all vulnerable and tingly. i watched both my '62 and '97 copies of "lolita" last night and thought, i really need to be in love. or i just want christian slater and jeremy irons aaaall over me. mamacita!, those are the vessels of the two most beautiful male voices evaaaaaaaaah. gah, i NEED the lolita book-on-tape. holy hell.
this is hormonal energy that needs expanding elsewhere, but before i do that, let me just remind myself out-loud that i haven't responded to any comments lately and will so totally do that later.