Suki's Place

7:39am: Dada-ist Conversation With My Son
Kodiak: My headache went away.
Me: Where do headaches go when they go away?
Kodiak: 10

7:19pm: Recovering from Mother's Day.
My mother left today. After 3-1/2 days of scrutiny.My mom was freaked out about the trash in my little front yard, and wouldn't stop bitching about it.. The kids next door throw it in, and so do the musicians who record albums at the studio in front of my building. It also blows in. I do what I can, but it all just comes back. Immediately. I explained this to her 50 times, but on Saturday morning I ended up yelling: "I knew it didn't matter how much I cleaned! You would find something to harp on, and I wouldn't hear the end of it." And then I used my mommy-command voice, "So just stop it. Learn to relax and stop it."  Later on, I apologized for yelling, and she said she deserved it.

John made a fantastic Mom's Day dinner for us--pork, asparagus, mashed potatoes. He was nervous about it coming out good. I hope I never see him that nervous for me again.  My son got a painful ear ache in the middle of dinner, and we had to leave immediately afterwards. The poor kid slept from 6pm to 5am.

So my mom left this morning, and after work I went out for drinks with John, came home and told my kid that for one night he can do whatever he wants (at home). I just don't want to tell anyone what to do for one night, or be told what to do. So my kid is watching Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, jumping around the furniture with my hairbrush as a light sabre, and I am typing this, drinking Amstel Light.

8:10am: Meme de Filme de la blog de Ms. Belvoir
1. Popcorn or candy?
The most valuable thing I learned at my movie theater job: throw a few handfuls of m&m's in your unbuttered popcorn.

2. Name a movie that you've been meaning to see forever.
If I haven't seen it, I probably don't want to. Should have seen the 23rd movie when it came out though.

3. You are given the power to recall one Oscar: Who loses theirs and to whom?
Never watch the Oscars. I used to watch the pregame show, but no one dresses crazily enough anymore.

4. Steal one costume from a movie for your wardrobe. Which will it be?
Any clothes I like from a movie would probably not look good on me.

5. Your favorite film franchise is...
Alien(s) Aliens 3 sukt, tho'. Enjoy Harry Potter, too. I have been enjoying the "left behind" series, because it is brand new grade B material. Totally hysterical.

6. Invite five movie people over for dinner. Who are they? Why'd you invite them? What do you feed them?
I will take this question as movie ‘characters’… and I’m gonna go with some of my favorite comedy peeps:
Baby Godzilla so my son would have someone to play with
To amuse myself, I would invite:
Rob Gordon from High Fidelity
Dewey Finn from the School of Rock
Billy from Easy Rider
Lucy Eleanor Moderatz from While You Were Sleeping.
We would listen to records and watch B movies and gorge ourselves on hors d'oeuvres and cocktails.

************FRI 5/4 UPDATE**********************
I just realized we would end up starting a hard rock band, probably called "Land of Huh." Lucy can play the electric triangle, and I will play drums.

**************END UPDATE*************************

7. What is the appropriate punishment for people who answer cell phones in the movie theater?
People do this? Just call a nasty usher from the 'hood on 'em. They'll regret it. It'll never happen again.

8. Choose a female bodyguard:

Ripley from Aliens.
Mystique from X-Men.
->>>Sarah Connor from Terminator 2. I'm working out so I can turn into this one. I will probably start kempo karate this year.
The Bride from Kill Bill.
Mace from Strange Days.


9. What's the scariest thing you've ever seen in a movie?
I don't like any torture scenes. They really upset me.

10. Your favorite genre (excluding comedy and drama) is?
1. Suspense. 2. Action. 3. Kungfu.

11. You are given the power to greenlight movies at a major studio for one year. How do you wield this power?
I'd make my own movies. And some of my friends' movies.

12. Bonnie or Clyde?
Never saw this.

13. Who are you tagging to answer this survey?
This survey required a lot of thought. I think I know how many of my friends would answer. Maybe you should make readwrite a friend. He is friends with John and me. He would probably have extremely amusing and obscure answers to these questions.

7:25pm: distance
I haven't been writing.  I usually write at work, but I got promoted last week to production/graphic designer. For some reason (probably an internet addicted previous graphic designer) I  don't have great internet at work. Besides, I've been busy learning my new job. I hope I am good enough to keep this new gig.

I have also felt like I've been seeing my life with my guy from a different viewpoint. (Perhaps from stress?) I have found myself asking myself (and sometimes him): Do I really feel lucky just to have a beer with him on the ferry almost every day, and possibly a second if I feel I "deserve" it before picking up my kid at day care? Does the poor guy have to have two different conversations at the same time at dinner every Saturday--one with me who can hear, and one with his dad who can't? Are things really like this?

The answer is: things really are. I do feel lucky just to have him for a half hour a day during the workweek. (it totally beats 0.0 hours) He really does have two convos at once every Saturday from 5 to 5:20 (when his dad demands dinner). Yes, I would change things if I could, but I can't--well, I have been trying to make it more like one convo at dinner. But it's tough. Those conversations go something like this:

me:So did you see the smallest pregnant woman in the world today? Her body is a reproductive organ, basically.
john: No, but I did just get a book on the special piercings they give pregnant women in Borneo.
john's dad (shouting): did you see how high the rents are in New York/? People won't be able to live in the City anymore!
 
I am going to try to have convos that are continuous with his dad's. But it is hard. Everything his dad says is either related to sports or 5 years out of date.

I wonder where this newfound perspective comes from, and what it means  

1:28pm: Hair
My friend Charles says what I like most about my hair is hating it. When it's blond, I want it red, when the roots are growing out I wish it were natural, and when it's natural, I just go to the hair dye aisle and stare, salivating.

There was one time I did like my hair. And no one else did. Well, ok. Guys liked it. Co-workers and parents and all those people didn't. I thought about it a lot in the last five weeks, after an Israeli homesick salon man cut all the waves off my head to give me a cut popular in his homeland (and against my wishes). When I liked my hair,  it was a long, wide mohawk, so long that no one would know at the office. And it was red. When I went out, I put my hair in high pig-tails to show off the shave.

I think I didn't keep it because other women didn't like it. What a dumb reason.

12:30pm: RIP TV
It's the end of an era. The television of my youth--the tv my now-deceased ex-husband bought me because he spilt beer down the back of my big one--finally died. I was 24 when he got it for me, in our small L.E.S. apartment. I was high on LSD, watching the Ramones in Rock n' Roll High School on that TV at three in the morning. As Johnny Ramone's face pushed itself  into even more of a bulldog look, and Joey's face was getting really, really cartoonishly long, my best friend and roomie Charles came in to say, that when he was typing in the words "skunk force" into his computer he had accidentally hit the butterfly button instead of shift while typing this supposedly all caps word, and deleted 100 pages of writing. I was wasted and wanted to yell, get out pal, I'm wasted. I can't help you. But, distorted faces in the background, I turned to my weasel-like (and at this moment very weasel-looking) friend and said that he should just rewrite the sucker from scratch, that it would be better this way, with all the corrections he already had in mind. So he did. It took him 3 days. It played under the title "Kryptonite Hearts" in January of this year.

Christmas in Pittsburgh five years later and newly divorced, I was playing a ps2 futuristic race car game on this TV--also on LSD--so instead racing, I was doing a Sunday drive down the track, when my best friend in Pittsburgh, Paranoid Dave (nicked that way because of his paranoid schizophrenia, which he had under control. mostly.) came over, well, kind of stood at my door yelling at me to come out, until I finally did. We went over to his neighbor's house. She and her daughter were wearing matching mu-mus. And this neighbor had been a fashion model in 1968, so all the fixtures were in wavery lines and bright colors: the sink in the bathroom was set in bright orange and white cabinetry with long, smooth waves along the edge. The whole house was like that. When our hostesses got up to get us drinks, I asked Pd--is this place really like this, or is it me?

I haven't done LSD since 2000.Somehow I just don't come by it the way I used to. I have a kid now anyway--I can't really be in outerspace for 8 hours at a time anymore. And now the LSD TV is gone too.

2:23pm: I am looking for a job now. Yes, half-shaven-cat-me. Have you ever tried to find a job with hair as bad as mine. Try it! Employers look at you strangely for the entire interview, which lasts about 3 minutes. Ok, well, really 2 minutes, but I'm being positive. The next one will last 3.

Real me is honestly looking for a job, the main reason being the commute. It takes me an hour and a half each way, and I am really starting to feel the accumulating hours of nothingness after a year and a half. The next reason is I work for a church, and if I actually identified some of the stuff I've written with me, then I could be fired. I'm having a bit of an identity crisis after dealing with that for a year and a half. I would not like to have to hide quite so much of myself for so long in the day. The third reason is my boss, goddess bless her. She is Tweety Bird incarnated as a flesh and blood almost-nun. If that isn't enough to make you want to quit for me, honestly, I have to listen to Tweety tell me about her spastic colon (she asked me if I wanted to look at her colonoscopy pictures once), her GERD, etc., etc. all day long. Oh, yeah, and she wants me to be mortified about baby rape-murder cases with her. I really do not want to think about that shit ever. 

She wants me to be horrified about other things too.
Tweety: Do you want to see something absolutely wretched and disgusting?
Me: No. 
T: Well do ya?
Me: Absolutely not, and don't bring that newspaper over here.
T: Well there is a man who traps small animals in the park and makes gourmet meals out of them. There's a double-page write-up about him here in the Times! Oh, look at that poor little sparrow. Poor little bird!
Me: What do you think a chicken is?
T: It's not raised for that though! 
Me: Well, it had a better life than most chickens, raised in cages with their beaks cut off.
T: (to herself) How people get their jollies...(muttering)

I was really mad about that whole exchange for hours.

Between all of my needs--paying well, nearby, no overtime, and not degrading--it may be a while before I leave Tweety.

1:59pm: Blogless
I closed out my blog "Love, Suki" aka "The Further Adventures of Suki." I wrote it from 6/05 till, I guess 3/08. Not a bad run as far as blogs go.

It is very weird not having a place to pontificate. It was supposed to be a humorous how-to guide on love sex and adulthood in general, but evidence also indicated that it was also a visiting place for horny men. Unfortunately for them, there were no photos of any kind.

I suppose this is a blog, but it's not a stump where I yell silly advice to the masses. Who didn't look at it.

10:11am: High Hell Fun
I love high heels. I wish I could wear them all the time, but I get a lot of foot pain in between the bones near my big toe and second toe. So, I thought, maybe I have the wrong walking technique. I will look online for a video.

Here is an English video about how to have a glamorous evening in high heels:

http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-walk-in-high-heels

My laughter distracted me from any discomfort I had.

9:42am: Greek Week.
No, not that gay sorority/fraternity nightmare. Last week I happened to watch both "300" and "Helen of Troy" with Brigitte Bardot, who I didn't really notice, but Helen was not bad looking either.

Ok. Here is the comparison:
Music:
300: Heavy Metal guitars
HoT: harps

Men:
300: shirtless, naked,  heavily worked out men with badly painted on abs
HoT: pretty boys in short skirts.

Women:
300: Not many--but what's there is scantily clad
HoT:  Equal number to men. Also in short skirts

Leads:
300:Gerard Butler and Lena Headey


HoT: Rossana Podesta and Jacques Sernas


Sex:
300: Lesbian and amputee sex
HoT: Well, they musta had some. They were together for 10 years.

Plot:
300: 300 guys get their asses whupped fighting the evil Xerxes of Persia (Iraqis). That's it. Oh, yeah. There are traitorous people that the queen is uncovering at home for about 10 minutes of this 2 hour blood splattering blitz.
HoT: Soap Operatic plot twists involving a popularity contest: could Helen--the Greek would caused this war-- ever really be welcome in Troy?

Violence:
300: A number of heads are cut off. The slaughter of computer generated Elephants, rhinos, and people. Also a wall of dead folk.
HoT: beautifully orchestrated fight scenes involving real people and real fires set. Not to mention a big horse.

Conclusion: I enjoyed both movies for what they were.HoT was completely appropriate to watch with a 4 year old. 300 is probably not really appropriate for anyone to watch--but propriety is not always fun.

12:01pm:

Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ENFP)

Your personality type is enthusiastic, giving, cautious, and loyal. Only about 8% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 6% of all men You are Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.

8:31am: I joined a steve buscemi lj group.
I like Steve Buscemi. He's fun to watch, but I think I was more interested in the kinds of people who are also Steve Buscemi fans. Here is what I've found out so far:

1.They are people with good taste in movies.
2. I sense gothiness in their blogs/personalities.
3. Quirky, independent chics are hot for SB. (whodathunk!)

So far, I've been referred to a good movie, "The Impostors" which I've already ordered from the nypl.

4:02pm: Thinking too hard about Girls Gone Wild
http://love-suki.blogspot.com/2007/02/thinking-too-hard-about-girls-gone-wild.html

12:29pm: Celeb Crushes--Full, All Time List!
The night I met my second husband, my friend Hector tried to spice things up by asking us all: who are the other two in your hot celebrity 3-some. I said, at the time, Denzel Washington and David Bowie. I thought they'd be a nice balance.  I find all celebs attractive (that's how they get their jobs these days, isn't it?) but I noticed that I only have little crushes when I'm not sexually satisfied
These are all movie actors. I've never had a crush on a musician I haven't slept with. I don't think they count. These are in order of year (starting at age 11--my crush on Donnie Osmond when I was 4 doesn't count!)

1. Harrison Ford
2. Alan Alda
3. Jeff Bridges
4.Jeff Goldblum
5. Denzel Washington
6. John Cusack
7.  Chow Yun Fat
8. Jackie Chan
9. Kevin Kline
10. John Corbett
11. Heath Ledger

Even though I don't have crushes on these people anymore (Ford is a little long in the tooth for me!) I'll probably still watch anything these guys put out. I got into Heath Ledger after accidentally watching "10 things I hate about you" which is "The Taming of the Shrew" in a California high school. I really liked that one, because I identified with the girl who would give someone a real "tongue-lashing" if he just said hello to her. But the time h.s. was over for me, I was like that because I had been sexually harassed so constantly, I just didn't want anyone to talk to me anymore.

My boyfriend would be surprised that I don't have anyone "weird" like him on there, except maybe Goldblum. Besides, in Hollywood, weird means moody and dark, like Johnny Depp or Jake Gwyllenhall. I have too much moody and dark inside me already.

11:16am: Thanks to a four-year-old boy
I'm exhausted again. Gave up coffee though, and I've found that the amount of work-snacking/work hunger has gone way done. I was going to take my time giving up coffee, but I got a bad stomach flu last week (see my germs entry on 23rd-mandalation.net) and couldn't drink coffee for days. By then, the addiction was over.

Next week I'm taking my boy to visit my mom for 5 days. I'm afraid...very afraid. I hope my mom and I both survive this one. I don't think I've been at my parents for 5 days since I was 19. Yeee-aaah...we get along great. My son will be there. That'll take the pressure off me. My mom can boss him around while I happily grout something.

I am really thankful for my son. Because of him, I take care of myself. For example, last night K was at his dad's. So, even though I was tired, I hung around, ended up staying up late watching CSI over and over on Spike TV and on CBS. (How many squishy-looking brain models are enough? You just can't have too many!) Dinner was pretzels and beer. Finally,I fell asleep to the cooking channel and woke up at 5:30 for a half hour of aerobics. Of course I am exhausted. Now, if K had been home, I would've made sure we were in bed by 9pm (sound early to you? to me too, but aerobics at 5am cancels out the earliness.) We would've had a dinner with both a veggie and a meat involved, and I would not be so tired today. My kid gives me so much back. I should be disciplining him, but somehow, he is disciplining me.

7:59am: My parent-visit strategy failed. I was just too sick (cough) and tired (overnight bus rides from New York City) to just shut up and nod my head no matter what was said. That is what I usually do. It works pretty well. My mom will take it personally that I protest wearing a shirt 10 sizes too big and so I'll just put it on, and thank god I don't know anyone in my hometown anymore.

And my mom, to be fair is tired and stressed out from all of her eldercare duties (dad and grandma too). At least she didn't throw a frying pan this time. This time, she "suggested" Christmas gifts for her family. I'm a single mom. How rude. Not that they were expensive, especially. But expensive in time, "just paint a picture" or "find a $5 turtleneck." I'm sure there is a $5 turtleneck somewhere in New York City, but I don't have the time to find it. And I hate it when people tell me to just do art for them too. Inspiration--especially for a gift--doesn't come when called, or quickly, and neither does the art, btw.

Yeah, so I said, "Your suggestions sound suspiciously like telling me what to do."
She said she couldn't talk to me anymore. Ah, if only she wouldn't.

grrrrffff...

This is why I moved 200 miles away from there.

6:25am: Worst Nightmare Ever
My nightmares have changed. I still remember the scary monster, with big spirals for eyes that chased me through the forest when I was a toddler. That was the monster that made me realize I was a sleepwalker: I awoke, screaming, trying to open my bedroom door. It had been stuck closed.

This morning, now with a toddler of my own, I woke in a cold sweat from a dream like this: I awoke while walking to my office. It was dark, and I realized I had somnabulated to my office, and left my four-year-old son at home alone. So, on my way rushing home, I ran straight to the subway. My son was there, hanging out on the platform. He has ridden on subways his whole life. I trust him. I looked away, for a second, and looked back to find that he had climbed down to the subway tracks. He was frisking about. Immediately, I called out for someone to tell the token seller. But once that happened, no help came. So I ended up going down to the tracks myself, chasing down my kid, and rescuing him. Ugh, awful. I would make the worst Superman.

After waking up from that, I did not want to exercise (didn't) or come to work today (did).

5:45pm: I am afraid to watch these films by myself.

Barton Fink
Freaks

According to the cover, the "Freaks" movie uses actual circus freaks, not people in make up.
I had to run out of the theater during Barton Fink, because of the scene with brown or blood stains coming down the walls and the wall paper coming off the walls, because I was trying to write a play for my playwrighting class and I also had brown stains coming down the walls in my first dorm room alone. It looked like old blood, but turned out to be a bad leak with dirt.

9:29am: Well, I did it. I posted my real resume on monster.com. A friend of mine on myspace also thinks I should post it on publishamerica.com for a joke. My real resume, a joke? humph. This same friend also asked me about my tats. Here they are in order by time:


I had always wanted a tattoo--even when I was a little kid. I got my first one just to get one. It's one of those comedy-tragedy masks, except it has a sexy pout (instead of a happy or sad face). That was in 1991.

2. I have the eye of horus on a winged disk on the back of my neck. I got that to remember to make art a priority. (1993)

3. Black lizard on my finger to remember a very special day with my boyfriend, later my first husband. don't regret it--it was a very special day. (1994)

4. ankh on my neck, because I dreamt it (1994).

5. wedding tattoo--first husband. as the needle dug into me, I knew it wouldn't last. (1995)

6. cover over 1st wedding tat with a nice cartoon of my cat, Hoshi (1998). I love Hoshi! We've been friends now for 15 years. I am so glad I memorialized him this way when he passes away.

7. Chinese dragon watching my back on my shoulder (2001). I just like dragons

8. Li the Chinese glyph for "fire" implying "illumination" on the top of my wrist. (2001)

9. Shui, Chinese glyph for "water" or "journey" on the palm side of my wrist. Journey to Illumination, get it? (2001)

Tattoos do not hurt much, especially if you have a good artist who knows he doesn't have to dig in. A good artist will make it feel you got a sunburn--no more pain than that. It does get uncomfortable when you get it on your bone though.

12:04pm: Jealous of Fatness
Yesterday, at the playground, I looked up from my reading, and found myself jealous of all the overweight, nay, rotund moms hanging out. I have been on a few different diets this year, and lost a little under 30 lbs., which is great, but I have had to totally change the way I eat, and think about food all the time--not in a "wishing" kind of way, but in a total mindfulness of what I put in my mouth and how hungry I am (on one of the diets you are supposed to always be nibbling on something so you are never hungry). I just wish things were the way they used to be--ate what I wanted, when I felt like it, etc. This is what I'm giving up in exchange for a flat stomach--something I have never had in my life, and I feel at age 35, I'm deserving. Also, my dad is dying, basically, and it's kind of made me alert to my own health. My dad's 80 years old, which is nothing to sneeze at, but I want to be in good health and stuff.
I miss just sitting down and having a big slice of chocolate cake for dinner.

11:21am: More of my resume
1994 Job 2 (or 3, depending if you count the three days at the peep show) was assistant/accountant at a computer store in the East Village. I was walking around, looking for jobs in or around what would become my new neighborhood when I saw a sign in a store front. The job was given to me on the spot. When I told him I was surprised he said something like, "Are you kidding? Would I let a girl like you walk out my door?"

On the up side, he loved his two berenese mountain dogs and he bought me expensive lunches daily, with a competition of could I name a food that he could not order in for us. He also gave me massive quantities of computer equipment. On the down side, he wouldn't let my co-workers and I talk to one another. I was sexually harrassed daily, including the time he lewdly described to me how he drugged some young woman and gang raped her with his friends. He said she "liked it." I cried daily. The illegal Filipino computer repair man would whisper to me from between the shelves: "do not cry, little butterfly. It is not worth it." I couldn't quit. I had just gotten a new apartment and really needed that $6/hr. under the table.

For revenge, I sent my best friend and boyfriend to work for him, whom he also gave computer equipment, and free lunches.

Within 6 weeks, I found a job at an art supply store, and told the man I quit. He begged me to stay and asked me why I was leaving. I was so flustered and upset I started to cry. "Because I hate you," I said.

12:42pm: I can't believe I haven't been here in 6 weeks. Here is the start of my real resume.
I was thinking of writing down my real resume here, as I recall it.

1987-89 clothing store in massachusetts, worked my way up from clerk to men's dept night mgr. (I know that's small, really, but I was only 16-18). I would've been a jr. buyer, but the little discount chain shut down.

1989-1995, because I was a student and a hopeless exhibitionist, I became a n artist model. It wasn't sexual for anyone else, or anything, but I sure enjoyed myself, plus I could crowd art modelling in between my classes and could do my homework on my five-minute breaks.

In 1990, I worked at Columbia U, as a telefundraiser for several months. It was a real people-mill: if you didn't raise enough funds/call, you'd be fired. If you were 5 minutes late 3X/wk, you'd be fired. I ended up doing well there, because I learned to pretend I was an actual student at the U while calling people.

In 1990, I also worked for a few months at an answering service/"modelling agency" in which the proprietor kept a special closet of swimsuits/lingerie in his office, and a bottle of scotch on his desk. I, of course, answered phones, and when it was slow, played Gladys Knight to my co-worker's Pips.

1991-1993 worked for Marvel Comics as a promotional writer, paste up artist (really pasted up word balloons in comix) and intern, but it all blew up after my boyfriend, who was a golden boy writer there, and I broke up. No one would give me any work there again.

1994 I held two full-time jobs as clerical assistants in retail stores. In one, which I held for 5 months, I quit after the owner of the company demanded I defraud UPS for about $100. He told me I owed him due to mistakes I had made on the job. I told him he could take it out of my pay. He refused. I gave him a month's notice. First job I had not been laid-off from. What did I know?

For 3 days I tried being a stripper. It was disgusting.

2:36pm: this week's library score
Deepak Chopra: Soulmate
Patricia Cornwell: Trace
The Secret Symbols of the Dollar Bill (23rd-mandalation.net entry, fer sher)
The Unicorn Tapestries (want to copy some or parts in my sketchpad)

8:58am: straight from my real live paper diary.
To do:
1. Finish Artist's Way (2wks left)
2. Fix G3 (repair people put in new hard drive, now it won't turn on)
3. Move to new home/find new home (something convenient)
4. map of staten island school districts (hopefully new home in good one)
5. Job at Staten Island Ad'vance (newspaper)
6. pregnancy test (did, not preg, yay!)
7. stop by ferry, and see if someone turned in old diary (Fri.)


end diary entry
What's not on here is that I have a "special project" at work where I have to scan in 500 pgs. of an ms. re: elder care, and then prep it for submission for the ed. in chief, who wrote all over it, so it's full of garbage that looks like_---+++====, and the orig. was typed so that all the y's look like v's and j's like i's to the scanner; and post to 23rd-mandalation.net, and comment on similar blogs to try and promote/create community, and entertain my 3 y.o. son. I get up at 5:30 am just so I have time to draw.

Yes, I lost a diary, a physical book on the ferry to Manh. It has a prayer to Isis and Horus on the cover. Should I even try picking it up? i'll be declaring ownership to those thoughts...and my outright paganism. I think paganism is a good thing, but I'm surrounded by Catholics and like to keep it to myself.

I have Friday morning "off" woot!


Thanks for asking how I was, Derek! I needed to get that off my chest. (((hugs)))

3:14pm: But I'm truthful and my life still turns out this way....sigh...

Erotic Thriller

You've made your own rules in life - and sometimes that catches up with you. Winding a web of deceit comes naturally, and no one really knows the true you. Your best movie matches: Swimming Pool, Unfaithful, The Crush

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