MCA #3, Sunday Evening
Well. Yesterday and all that it had entailed -- specifically, making out with a bleached-blond musician who thought he was smooth -- had been a little bizarre. Or at least it was now, in the light of day and all that.
Fortunately, April at least planned on being way more mature and less weird today. Namely, by watching a horror movie marathon with a teenager. That was legit, right?
There was pizza and beer, and the TV was currently playing the DVD menu for a movie that was said to have blown over forty percent of its budget on fake blood and zombie makeup. Perfect.
[[for the one, but if neighbors have any reason to stop by (/complain about the noise...), that's cool.]]
Fortunately, April at least planned on being way more mature and less weird today. Namely, by watching a horror movie marathon with a teenager. That was legit, right?
There was pizza and beer, and the TV was currently playing the DVD menu for a movie that was said to have blown over forty percent of its budget on fake blood and zombie makeup. Perfect.
[[for the one, but if neighbors have any reason to stop by (/complain about the noise...), that's cool.]]