Last night's movie at Stone-Robot Enterprises was for nostalgia. It's dated in a way that makes you alternate between wry smiles and painful cringe, but the rewatch was actually kinda fun.

Oddly, the worst part was that Edwards's character being dumber than a sack of used condoms actually made the bumbling aspect LESS believable.

Also bad: that we ( Read more... )

CONVERSATIONS HAD WHILE MAKING GUACAMOLE:

ME: [sarcastically] Well, honey, you are kinda a prude, so maybe her shirt wasn't really that low-cut...
SARA: Puppies, benjamin. Puppies popping out of her shirt. Little golden retrievers coming out of her laundry basket.

*sigh*

The next time I hear some guy speak negatively about sagging breasts, I'm going to remind him that someday he'll be kneeing his balls with every step. Oh, and how by that time HIS tits will be sagging, too.

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Ah, seventeen; the lovely age when it's time to start photoshopping a girl's breasts.


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A new drawing story featuring ME!, by ME!, on its way sometime this weekend, I think.

Also, I think
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Woke up after about 5 hours and my brain had decided that was enough, I guess.

So, three things:

A) I promise more writing (read: poetry, prose, et al) on here soon, and through Composite Molecules, but I've been wedding crazed,

B) They Monster'd Kiera Knightley's BREASTS!C) God, I love Dr. Stephen Hawking. Upon revising his thirty year-old ( Read more... )