the post where amber tells you not to waste your money on the happening because it sucked balls
this is mostly a heads-up for
maruca , but all of you philes around the world, take note, it is NOT worth the five dolla.or, ya know, the fitty dolla.
sure, it was rejuvenating to see mulder and scully up there on the big screen in all their sexay glory, but... to sit through some of the hokiest crap i've ever laid my eyes on for something i've seen countless times on my phone seems wasteful of precious minutes of my life.
reasons why the happening is m [for mediocure] shama-lama-ding-dong's swan song, fo' sho:
1. we saw the sound boom hovering precariously overhead in one scene.
2. the twsit was that there was no twist.
3. it's not suspense if you tell the audience what's happening the first 20 minutes of the film.
4. if i stuffed mark whalburrrg into a paper bag, he could not act his way out of it.
5. "cheese and crackers! what's happening?!"
6. that movie could have been so much better if the trailer didn't spoil the UNnecessary "disturbing" imagery. see, this is why i heart the x-files. i've seen the trailer and it told us SHIT about the film. but you know it's going to be a solid story. surious!
HACK HACK HACKYSACK.
someone on the rad-io said his [shamalama] name should end "and this is your DELL tech supporter, how may i help you?" am i awful for finding that hilarious? do i care? ....tah, no.
also, there are reasons why i've been mostly MIA for entirely last month and into this one. that's probably best saved for another day. my life is a saga written by edgar allen poe.
here's to my father accosting an elder in the street whilst filing a lawsuit against his neighbor because dot dot dot A MAGICAL, FLYING LAWN FLAMINGO PROPELLED ITSELF AT HIS FOREHEAD DURING A WINDSTORM.
dear shrimp-colored plastic lawn flamingo,
way to quickly become my most favorite of the tacky lawn ornaments, beating the lawn jockey by mere milimeters.
one love,
ambs
oh, and to moving! and to my geriatric crew! and to mom killing ghetto AOL! and to copious arguments and to tears and futile job applications!
i miss my momma pantsless terribly. it's times like these when there is so much to update you on that i don't know what to say. kisses, your p.o.
and ew, why did i just finish ingrid bergman's autobiography? is that what i've been forced to do during my spare time since i've been hacked off from the webz?
but, i'm off the point. yo ashley, don't go see the happening.
there you go.
maruca , but all of you philes around the world, take note, it is NOT worth the five dolla.or, ya know, the fitty dolla.
sure, it was rejuvenating to see mulder and scully up there on the big screen in all their sexay glory, but... to sit through some of the hokiest crap i've ever laid my eyes on for something i've seen countless times on my phone seems wasteful of precious minutes of my life.
reasons why the happening is m [for mediocure] shama-lama-ding-dong's swan song, fo' sho:
1. we saw the sound boom hovering precariously overhead in one scene.
2. the twsit was that there was no twist.
3. it's not suspense if you tell the audience what's happening the first 20 minutes of the film.
4. if i stuffed mark whalburrrg into a paper bag, he could not act his way out of it.
5. "cheese and crackers! what's happening?!"
6. that movie could have been so much better if the trailer didn't spoil the UNnecessary "disturbing" imagery. see, this is why i heart the x-files. i've seen the trailer and it told us SHIT about the film. but you know it's going to be a solid story. surious!
HACK HACK HACKYSACK.
someone on the rad-io said his [shamalama] name should end "and this is your DELL tech supporter, how may i help you?" am i awful for finding that hilarious? do i care? ....tah, no.
also, there are reasons why i've been mostly MIA for entirely last month and into this one. that's probably best saved for another day. my life is a saga written by edgar allen poe.
here's to my father accosting an elder in the street whilst filing a lawsuit against his neighbor because dot dot dot A MAGICAL, FLYING LAWN FLAMINGO PROPELLED ITSELF AT HIS FOREHEAD DURING A WINDSTORM.
dear shrimp-colored plastic lawn flamingo,
way to quickly become my most favorite of the tacky lawn ornaments, beating the lawn jockey by mere milimeters.
one love,
ambs
oh, and to moving! and to my geriatric crew! and to mom killing ghetto AOL! and to copious arguments and to tears and futile job applications!
i miss my momma pantsless terribly. it's times like these when there is so much to update you on that i don't know what to say. kisses, your p.o.
and ew, why did i just finish ingrid bergman's autobiography? is that what i've been forced to do during my spare time since i've been hacked off from the webz?
but, i'm off the point. yo ashley, don't go see the happening.
there you go.