giftwrap
One thing I loved to do when I was little was wrap gifts. I was pretty horrible at first but eventually got better and better until my gift-wrapping ability was up there with the pros. When this happened my mother began to have me wrap all the holiday gifts, the ones to me included (she'd tell me to forget what they where). I quickly began to resent my new position as holiday gift wrapper and decided to get out of this title the best way I know how: start embarrassing my mother by wrapping presents as if I were a five year old child. I like this better now because it's quicker and now I don't have to do it as often. I have officially been stripped of my gift wrapping title and get to do things like use a kitten gift bag stuffed with Christmas tissue and binded with hot pink ribbon to disguise a re-gifted holy water fountain that is to be given to my uncle who hates Catholics (which we all are and he married one). I feel like a new, messier person which is pretty much the story of my life since I moved out.
Ever see Leviathon? Any movie were the monster is killed by someone screaming "smile motherfucker!" while throwing a bomb in the mouth of the monster is truly a gem. I also saw The Descent last night which I will admit, I did scream a few times. But so did everyone else, my father included. It made me dream about zombies, which is odd because there are no zombies in the movie, but maybe that has more to do with the fact that I watch so many horror and sci fi movies (not that it is a bad thing).
Ever see Leviathon? Any movie were the monster is killed by someone screaming "smile motherfucker!" while throwing a bomb in the mouth of the monster is truly a gem. I also saw The Descent last night which I will admit, I did scream a few times. But so did everyone else, my father included. It made me dream about zombies, which is odd because there are no zombies in the movie, but maybe that has more to do with the fact that I watch so many horror and sci fi movies (not that it is a bad thing).