Again

I'm drunk. I'm wasted. I'm busted. I'm Jacques Parizeau in crucial moments. And sometime, when it happens, I start to speak in english. A very very approximative one. I screw up verb tense, I put s where there aren't and vice versa. I write extremely short sentences. Stuff like that, you know. I also say you know a lot. You know?

The fact is that, I'm passing through a more depressive part of my life. In those cases, I get stupid, I use the fact that I'm young as an excuse, and I get lamely drunk. I scream stuff like "Fuck the world", "You scum mothafucking bag", "Lick my salty balls" and "Tabarnac". You know.

So I did one of my classic. I bought a lot of beers and I watched Forrest Gump. Hell yeah. I watched it cause it gets me so emotive. I'm so girly. My favorite character is probably Lieutenant Dan. The guy who lose is legs. I always find his story pretty moving. At first, he's so focussed on honor and pride, those concepts only worshiped by fool man and old woman. But slowly, he opens up and learn to really appreciate the fact that he's alive, life is beautiful and also short. Exactly like the skirt we love the most.

And now the movie is over. Forrest talking to the tombstone of his wife scene is always great. Tom Hanks is one of the best motherfucking actor on earth. I'm in front of my screen and a tear came to my eye. I swear it, that's how much of a moumoune I am. There is a scientifical term for that type of person, I read about it on a serious magazine, it is a technical word used in advanced psychology: LOSER.

I'm done showing my poor english publicly. I'm gonna go grab some sleep. I'm gonna finish this by saying: Crucial moments are like stinking vaginas, there are hard to recognize until you're actually into them.