fict – ion – ar – y
adjective, plural – ar – ies.
1. A person in love with the high-definition feed between the title and credits.

We’re addicted to the happy ending. Moreover, we yearn to be a part of our own one-hundred-twenty-six minute masterpiece. Our nature is to believe that anything is possible – and it is, but human beings are too imperfect of creatures to recreate what we all endeavor to feel.

Granted, there will be times when life comes close to mimicking the movies, but it may not be when you expect it, and you may not be paying enough attention to even acknowledge or respect it. The awkward silence that leads to “picture-perfect” is only capable on the other end of a convex glass disc.

I have been told that life is not fair since I was about 110 pounds lighter, and I believe it every time – and, every time I share that same bit of advice with others. However, I am just as much of a fictionary as anyone, (one of the reasons I just sat through The Girl in the Café).

For the first time in a long time, I didn’t need music to fall asleep. It’s four in the morning, I could fall asleep on a brick patio in the nude…dude.

The movie that kept me awake was completely worth it and it couldn’t have come at a better time. I’m referring to time in relative terms – it would have been nice to catch it during an earlier showing (i.e. before the wee ante meridiem hours). It was bound to be good, though…any soundtrack that combines Sigur Rös and Damien Rice is worth the rub.

Good thing my car insurance is valid, because I’m crashing.

Note-to-self: insomnia severely effects my driving and my sense of humor.