Title? I have to be at work in one minute!
For the longest time I've been uncharacteristicly sneering at the prospect of watching movies, especially with chums, becasue watching a movie is something you do with someone you have nothing in common with, and I'm constantly being shushed. It might be my attention span, which disallows any activities where I can't let my mind wander without getting lost. At a show I can contemplate things with a pleasing soundtrack, dancing I can ruminate whilst getting some exercise of a sort, reading a book I can take breaks to ponder, but if I tune out during a movie for ten minutes I return having no idea of the plot, and decide it best to fall asleep.
But today, intent on dehangoverizing myself with some music videos, I was exposed to something that threatens to change my small minded ways. It's called "Cry Baby" and I insist we watch it in it's entirety. And I've already seen the end, so I don't have to wory about keeping track of the plot.
But today, intent on dehangoverizing myself with some music videos, I was exposed to something that threatens to change my small minded ways. It's called "Cry Baby" and I insist we watch it in it's entirety. And I've already seen the end, so I don't have to wory about keeping track of the plot.