So we saw You're Next tonight. Wow, I was extremely pleasantly surprised. It wasn't without minor quibbles, but I really liked it. I will only quickly run through them: The blender scene was very out of place. If you're going to get all experimental with the kills, then don't just do the one. The other kills were more brutal, less pizzazz. Also, turn around sometimes, people. Everytime nearly, is all I'm saying...
I'm giving this one a high B+.
Anyhoo, onto different topics. Look at Han, for instance. WTF, brah?!?
Call the exterminator, I've got ants in the pants...
Vacation next week. I want to get superbaked and skeet skeet skeet all over this bliggity blog whilst alone, not wasting all my brain farts in the elsewheres. Maybe I'm just ready to get away from all you people. I'm tired of hearing your breaths, and breathing in your noxious aromas. Do people not smell themselves?
I do so hate literally crossing paths with people. I hold my breath, and you have to do it for a few seconds or so because it always lingers. Salami, like a bad sammich.
I do not smell like this. I use several thangs, not to cover up, but to enhance, yeahhhh.........
Seriously, though. My scent is not to overpower you, to cause the eyes to water, but to bring you in deeper. I want you to chase it, as if to almost salivate.
Unless you're a dood, then my flavor is strictly FUCK OFF...
Change the channel now, please. What's this?
Dr. Phil says, "You need to get control of your life!!!"
Boredom. No Judge Judy?
Wonder what will happen when we die?
Will we be free to wonder in the past, or doomed to see the rotted fruits of our labours strewn about, worm laden and hole ridden? Yuckeh...
A coma?
Fitting that the song that comes on now is a Depeche Mode song.
Nothing.
Fantabulous mix, by the way.
Wish I had more entertaining things to type at you, but this is about as good as it gets. I try to just let it flow, but I think the pipes are clogged up. Cobwebs?
Dementia?
I wonder.
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