I have this thing with this movie. Everytime I’m having a lukewarm day, I have an arsenal of crapula movies that I pull out only for this type of occasion. Its a cowardly way of not processing my saddness & what not. So I pretend to be Winona Ryder: 2o somethings, living in this ridiculous sized apartment with her smart ass friends, who happen to be Ethan Hawke at his peak of freshness, driving a kinda old bmw, but its a bmw not a toyota or suv with rims worth more than the car like my people like to do. Dancing around at gas stations buying mounds of pot food. Fuck. Crash into a big time MTV type, & then have two decent guys fight over your undying attention. Gaaahhh!
Is that even probable in real life? I can’t even fathom it. It puzzles me why I watch stuff like this. Stupid common love thread? Or the part where they briefly mention Florence & Normandie on the Wedgie show? I think its the part where most of the characters, even the one that works at the Gap, hardly work. They just go out & do shit even with daddy’s little gas card. FYI, when your poor, NOBODY has a gas card, in fact the part where parents help you out when you’re in a bind is practically non-existent. Most of my white co-workers (my friends’ co-workers too) , all have these linked up checking accounts to their parents. wtf? Running out of cash? Call your mom or dad and money is instantly wired in. That don’t happen around here. If I have a thinning bank account, my mom never hears of it. You solemnly suffer in your own stupidity, wallowing in limbo, till you get paid again. ugg. I just laugh with my co-workers seeing that I can’t really interject. Damn. The case of being moderatly poor.