Are you in the mood to watch and/or think about girls punching space zombies today, by any chance??? Because I am! And, here is a little bit (spoiler: a LOT of bit) of something I wrote for The Awl, YAY THE AWL, and I know it’s weird to say this about your own thing that you wrote yourself (I LOVE ME. I FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER. I WATCH ALL MY VYOU RESPONSES LIKE TWENTY TIMES) but, I think I’m really happy with this and I would like you to read it?
I was having maybe the worst month of my life when I saw Aliens at the Landmark Sunshine, and I’m pretty sure it was the only thing that saved me.
The details are fairly mundane. I was unemployed; I’d been dumped; I’d decided to deal with all this by hooking up with a stranger, and of course that had gone in the direction of broken condoms and Plan B and hormonal anarchy, probably just because I didn’t think anything worse could happen. Right when you think you’ve hit bottom, sweet Baby Jesus comes and puts a curse on your junk. It had taken serious work, is what I’m saying, for my friend Kelly to get me to leave my Couch of Constant Sorrow and come with her to see a movie I’d already seen a couple thousand times. But thank God she did.