Boy guys, I am really tired.  I am not looking for sympathy, none of you made me choose my bohemian, party filled lifestyle.  It’s no one’s fault but mine that my life is a thrill a minute adventure.  But the result of my wild night is that I feel like I was hit by a truck.  Luckily Daisy Ridley made today super easy by being in a photoshoot for Vogue where she looked great.  I mean, it was weird but whatever, I’ll take it.  I was obviously excited for the trailer the other day.  I hate trailers in general but I bite on a few, including Star Wars.  I got chills because I am essentially stuck in a state of perpetual adolescence and Hollywood in general and Disney in particular are really skilled at using nostalgia to manipulate the emotions of an entire generation with a severe case of arrested development.  I am not sure if I am criticizing myself, pop culture, society, or the entertainment industry to be honest.  I guess I can criticize more than one thing at a time, I am a remarkably talented individual and my mom tells me I am really smart.  My basic point though is I really liked the trailer and am excited for the movie.  And I will forever adore Daisy Ridley because I love the character of Rey and she played Rey and that’s all it would take.  Seriously, all it would take.  It’s why I’d give Mark Hamill my kidney if he asked for it, even though that would be greedy because he’s probably got a bunch of spare kidneys just sitting around as decoration, you know how decadent those Hollywood types are. Today I want to fuck Daisy Ridley.