mr solo dolo

so... talking about anti social, the watchmen isn't going to win feel good movie of the year anytime soon, and going to see it finally last night I overlooked that fact.
I was so excited to see the screen adaptation -___-.

great movie btw based on a great graphic novel. a bit hollywood, but it could have been much much worse.

Being me, the good son, that's 180 from the only other one, every privilege I receive comes with a supersized side order of GUILT. I don't get reminded until I reach for my meal, and after that, what's the meal worth to me anymore. I don't deserve it at all so why do they still dish it out? I don't get it at all. the irony of it all, parents acting like children.

they don't listen to a single word I have to say and bicker with one another, only to team up to fight the common enemy that is the good son in the family. the path of rooming with rock lee and holding off on cap for a year of self study shines a bit brighter today. sigh.

so instead of attempting to climb out of this rut, I choose to lay here for a bit seeing my circumstances are the way they are.
hello Liquid Swordz, 36 Chambers, and Only Built 4 Cuban Linx.

both Dr. Manhattan and Kid Cudi are right. outer space(mars & the moon) gets by fine without people.