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Draws Me Back
Sunday, August 03, 2008

Ah, once again the sweet sickness of excitement fills my gut as I wait to see The Dark Knight for the 5th time, 3rd on the Ultra Screen.

Becky, Libby and I went last night and it was once again PACKED. Sooo good though! Every time I fall a little more in love with the Joker. Good grief, he has such a powerful, commanding presence I can't help it. Am I that desperate or am I so warped that I'd fall in love with a psychotic, anarchistic serial killer?

This is why I'll never end up with anyone; I have such high (or low) standards for a significant other that no one can live up to it, even though I'm not someone who can have standards since I'm as ugly on the inside as I am on the outside. If the Joker was real I'd be stalking him, I guarantee it. Jeez, take me now! I'm all hot and bothered, lol. Am I scaring you? I'm scaring myself.

"'...we don't have to be afraid of scum like you.'
'Oh, you do Brian. You really do.'" - The Dark Knight