1:18 a.m.
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24 April, 2004

I just watched The Omen. It was my favourite movie back when I was about 5 or 6. Even back then I was on the Antichrist's side. Until he turned into a really odd looking teenager, but that's the sequel. Anyway, for anyone who hasn't seen The Omen (you suck): Gregory Peck, my new fantasy date of the dead, battles the Devil and the forces of evil using only his GINORMOUS eyebrows. I defy anyone to watch this movie and not want to join 666 crew.

I have a major thing for older men, which is either a backwards manifestation of the Lolita complex or the common garden variety Electra complex, or even just a 'Giles Complex' (Defining that one's going to make me rich). However, any time I actually think of being attracted to an older guy, I just think of Stephen, who was... (mental calculations- take time)... Jesus, Mary and Joseph, TWENTY YEARS older than me, and I get that nauseated, grimacing, shuddery feeling again. The things (and people) I did for love. Really, not worth it.

These are the weird things I find attractive: vertical lines at the corners of mouths; well-formed wrists; the tips of noses, the jaw muscle, a distint lack of muscle definition. I guess that goes for both men and women, though the attraction for men is not at all sexual, but oddly innocent, you know, like when a girl is about 11 or 12 and she likes a guy. That's how I feel, without the girly giggles or stupid games, of course.