daniel day lewis was supremely pissed

so i am home and my eyes hurt, they could be tired, but i decided the 'net was the best thing for me. i missed mike's birthday, which i pretty much dont care about. remember last year when he took michael and cj to wrestling in a cadillac while i sat at home on my birthday? i havent had a fun, opposite of ordinary birthday since i was six, which was consequently the last year i had a birthday party. no offence. driving larry "the stranger from monrovia who was going to a party in fontana" home was more than anyone could have asked for. i take it all back. actually i dont. having a birthday that is loomed over by valentine's day sucks. february thirteenth, what a bummer.

i was thinking, how can anyone stand to be as angry as bill the butcher, all the time, about 24/7? it would suck to be happy in short bursts then fly off the handle the rest of the time. i guess being a bad ass isnt as easy as it looks. bill the butcher was severely bad ass. all he cared about was butching: butching pork, butching friends, butching lives. he just wanted to butch all the time and never got tired of it or shrank away like jenny and leonardo. he might or might not be the baddest. except he was in room with a view. he was stupid in that, i mean his character was stupid. he was great. he looked great. it was weird to hear his real accent. i am tired. i am done. -emily