Ending a tour is like what now...?
I drank a pot of black coffee and I have eaten nothing but Reese's Pieces and Kit Kat bars today. Caffeine and sugar. One of life's greatest combinations.
So Bullet in a Bible was glorious.
There's too much in the movie to talk about. I just love them so much. So much.
It's really fucking stupid, but damned if the only things that make sense to me anymore are my late-night loves, my fake newscasters, and my boys. I think about that sometimes and start to feel rather absurd. But then I laugh. I have to. Life is so goddamned ridiculous.
I can't believe how Tré manages to make me absolutely adore him more each time I see him. Just when I think I couldn't possibly be more of a total sucker for the man, he has to go and push my capacity for stupid girly love to new and dorkier heights. Memo to Tré Cool: I'm using up all of my stupid dreamy sighing and girly squeaking on you. Stop it, seriously.
Of course, I don't mean that in the slightest. Never stop. Never.
Now November 15th isn't going to get here soon enough. Oh, about the court thing, if anyone cares: I got the speeding ticket fine lowered from $750 to $225. Holy fuck is that a load off my mind. The judge cleared the missing registration and insurance thing because I brought my registration and insurance card to prove, yes, I can legally drive this car I actually own. Unfortunately I couldn't get the seat belt thing dismissed (I was wearing it, I just took it off as force of habit when I parked), but what're you gonna do. $225 is a whole hell of a lot better than fucking $750, so I'm not arguing. I don't have to pay the fine all at once, either. Oi. All in all, not an entirely bad day. Got the fine lowered, subsisted on leftover Halloween candy, saw my boys on the big screen. I'll probably be babbling in more detail about that last thing, of course, in the days to come. Oh, I talk about them a lot. But they make me happy.
So Bullet in a Bible was glorious.
There's too much in the movie to talk about. I just love them so much. So much.
It's really fucking stupid, but damned if the only things that make sense to me anymore are my late-night loves, my fake newscasters, and my boys. I think about that sometimes and start to feel rather absurd. But then I laugh. I have to. Life is so goddamned ridiculous.
I can't believe how Tré manages to make me absolutely adore him more each time I see him. Just when I think I couldn't possibly be more of a total sucker for the man, he has to go and push my capacity for stupid girly love to new and dorkier heights. Memo to Tré Cool: I'm using up all of my stupid dreamy sighing and girly squeaking on you. Stop it, seriously.
Of course, I don't mean that in the slightest. Never stop. Never.
Now November 15th isn't going to get here soon enough. Oh, about the court thing, if anyone cares: I got the speeding ticket fine lowered from $750 to $225. Holy fuck is that a load off my mind. The judge cleared the missing registration and insurance thing because I brought my registration and insurance card to prove, yes, I can legally drive this car I actually own. Unfortunately I couldn't get the seat belt thing dismissed (I was wearing it, I just took it off as force of habit when I parked), but what're you gonna do. $225 is a whole hell of a lot better than fucking $750, so I'm not arguing. I don't have to pay the fine all at once, either. Oi. All in all, not an entirely bad day. Got the fine lowered, subsisted on leftover Halloween candy, saw my boys on the big screen. I'll probably be babbling in more detail about that last thing, of course, in the days to come. Oh, I talk about them a lot. But they make me happy.