Bird outside my bedroom window.
My cat starting at it unbroken for nearly five minutes straight.
A guy friend posts on Facebook that’s he been having some difficulty recently with stress and anxiety. Super-nice dude, he’s always there for everyone else, so we’re all returning the favor by posting words of support and the standard “**hug**.”
One guy comments with “**man hug**.”
You know, it’s just so fucking sad to me that there are men who are still so afraid of being perceived as gay that they have to all but add a disclaimer to gestures of support and compassion. It’s like they’re saying, “I care about you, but in a 100% platonic, heterosexual way. I wouldn’t hug you in real life, because only girls and faggots do that kind of thing.” Dude, if you can’t set aside your own issues for 30 seconds to help someone through theirs, don’t even bother.
Boogie Nights (1997, dir. Paul Thomas Anderson)
Movies seen in 2014: 23
I finally got to see one of my favorite movies on the big screen. The audience applauded when Philip Seymour Hoffman’s name appeared in the end credits. <3