I saw Brokeback Mountain yesterday afternoon.

It was so beautiful, I was completely lost in the story, and at the end I had to sit waiting for the end of the credits while I tried to compose myself, listening to the ushers joke loudly as they waited for me to move so they could do a quick clean before the next session.

Even afterwards I felt tears running down my cheeks and I couldn't do anything about it.

I enjoyed it that much. (Yes, it would seem that I love to cry.)

And if anyone wants to say anything stupid and ignorant about gay cowboys, they can just shut the fuck up and stay away from me. For a good long while. I might get violent. Or at least snippy.

I might even see it again next week.

Oh, and it seems I'm going for an interview for a job, which I didn't apply for, and didn't even know I wanted! Guess that will mean I won't be concerned when I don't get it.