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Am I a writer...

or just another untalented nobody romanticizing a fictional future nowhere near my grasp?
I don't even want to begin talking about the fact that I have zero qualifications to do anything else in this world. I'm a robot. A lonely and cold robot.

Top films of 2010

I've not seen every film released last year but as of right now here are my favorites.


1. Enter the Void


2. Scott Pilgrim vs. The World


3. Black Swan


4. Dogtooth


5. Blue Valentine


6. Father of my Children


7. Toy Story 3


8. Catfish


9. Social Network


10. The Girl with the Dragon tattoo


Films I've yet to see:
Somewhere, Carlos, Kings Speech, How to train a Dragon, Animal Kingdom, The kids are alright, Joan Rivers: a piece of work, Ghost Writer, Greenberg.

Films that disappointed me:
True Grit, Exit through the Giftshop, The Fighter (oh my god that movie sucked)

2010 in a jiffy.

2010 switched back and forth between a roller coaster and a row boat. The year started out great with a much needed vacation to New York. On my return I was awarded with a promotion and the opportunity to keep my nights free. For those who don't know, for the past few years I had worked a full time night shift job. Coming in at 5:30pm and getting out at 2:00am. Sounds like hell, right? Yeah, it was. So much in fact that a full-time day shift job in even the most monotonous position sounded heavenly. The idea (dream?) was to reconnect with old friends, make plenty more, catch every film, every band and party the nights away. Basically, have a normal life. That didn't happen.

As the weeks went by my mental state hadn't changed. I was still the same old bitter fucking asshole I had always been. People didn't pull away from me because I worked a night shift position and thus had very little time to give. It was because I was a vortex of negative energy sucking in everyone who came near me. Once this realization finally set in, something quite strange happened. I came across this postcard right above on postsecret.com. Once I saw it I immediately smiled. This quote has stayed with me ever since, as well as a very special gal I met a few weeks after.

I realized the only thing keeping me from happiness was myself. I didn't need the day shift at all, but to embrace life, even the darkest of times, in a positive manner, truly work hard on my career, expand my knowledge on all things, and welcome all those whom I cross paths with (still working on that last one. I mean come on, once a cynical asshole, always a cynical asshole, right?).

So, how is Jesse.

Pretty damn good.

One must be asking oneself how someone with such a long and dark history of cynicism, pessimism, and depression can now be found strolling the streets of Los Feliz with such a grand look of contempt. Well, my curious little friend, I've never been so in tune with my creative side. I'm writing more than I ever have, spending less time in front of the television screen, researching films, listening to great tunes, and spending my weekend nights with the prettiest 21 year old girl you'll see all year. How could I not be feeling pretty, pretty, pretty damn good.

"It's not you, it's me"

You've got to be shitting me.

BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER, BABY!

I'm back to writing and guess what (hint: the title gives it away) I am feeling freaking great! This dirtbag at work today even brought up the fact that I don't seem to mope around anymore. In fact I'm the complete opposite: energized, optimistic and laughing all the time. Cheers for me.