Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind...

May 19, 2005 21:36

I refuse to be an executive monkey for an ego-centric wanker with a bad haircut any longer.

Six weeks breathing space is quite enough, thank you. I am sufficiently doped up on my own seething anger now.

The war begins soon.

Buy tickets, see the movie, better than Die Hard. Well. Better than Kingdom of Heaven at any rate.

What a load of crap that was. Really. I mean I never walk out of a film, but Jesus, that came close. So close. Nush fell asleep. Deb and me were passing the time playing "Who can flick popcorn highest/furthest" and "Who can come up with the most homoerotic line dubbing". Honestly, if you were intending to go see Kingdom of Heaven, don't. It will drain your will to live. It's just inane drivel and then Christians getting the crap kicked out of them by Saladin, and some random leper forcing someone to kiss his hand. And I think someone caught fire right at the start. But that's it. Fuck it, do yourself a favour: don't. And if you want to be self-destructive, just spend the money on a packet of cigarettes or something. Buying a ticket to see Kingdom of Heaven is paying four pounds fifty (with student card) to get your eyeballs raped.

On the other hand, it pays Josh's wages. So go see Kingdom of Heaven, or something hilarious like Seed of Chucky.

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