Deep thoughts...
So I'm taking a shower, and I'm all soapy and warm when there's a knock on the bathroom door. I break from my hot-water-induced trance to hear Will say, "I think you need to take me to the hospital." Dipshit fell and broke his hand and has to go into surgery tomorrow to get it fixed.
So we go to Subway, and as we're paying, two young (8-ish?) girls emerge from under the cabinet, next to the sink. I repeat, there were two girls in the cabinet at Subway, and they were sitting there for at least the amount of time it takes to order a sandwich and move to the paying part of the experience. Weird, huh?
Oh, and I'm officially moving out of the South. Today I saw a bumper sticker with a large picture of the Confederate flag bearing the caption "Fighting Terrorism since 1861." Damn those black terrorists demanding their freedom! I can totally see the parallels between an army fighting to eliminate the greatest social travesty the U.S. has ever committed and terrorist. I love that I live in a country where people are allowed to speak their horribly bigoted minds, but it makes me almost literally sick the way some minds actually think. The truck (of course it was) also bore a sticker reading "love your race," referring, of course to being white. The trash part is optional to love.
GO SPURS! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
My girlfriend rules. Hardcore. If everyone in the world were lucky enough to have someone this wonderful the world would be a much better place.
Wouldn't it have made the movie so much better if Christian Bale had walked up to Morgan Freeman the first time they met and said, "I hear you're a guy that knows how to get things." Seriously, Morgan Freeman has milked that one character for one hell of a career- even moreso than Jack Nicholson. Granted, he's moved from rock hammers to the Batmobile, but still, he's just the kindly elderly black man who knows how to get things.
Little Shop will have its moments. You must all see it.
That's all.
So we go to Subway, and as we're paying, two young (8-ish?) girls emerge from under the cabinet, next to the sink. I repeat, there were two girls in the cabinet at Subway, and they were sitting there for at least the amount of time it takes to order a sandwich and move to the paying part of the experience. Weird, huh?
Oh, and I'm officially moving out of the South. Today I saw a bumper sticker with a large picture of the Confederate flag bearing the caption "Fighting Terrorism since 1861." Damn those black terrorists demanding their freedom! I can totally see the parallels between an army fighting to eliminate the greatest social travesty the U.S. has ever committed and terrorist. I love that I live in a country where people are allowed to speak their horribly bigoted minds, but it makes me almost literally sick the way some minds actually think. The truck (of course it was) also bore a sticker reading "love your race," referring, of course to being white. The trash part is optional to love.
GO SPURS! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
My girlfriend rules. Hardcore. If everyone in the world were lucky enough to have someone this wonderful the world would be a much better place.
Wouldn't it have made the movie so much better if Christian Bale had walked up to Morgan Freeman the first time they met and said, "I hear you're a guy that knows how to get things." Seriously, Morgan Freeman has milked that one character for one hell of a career- even moreso than Jack Nicholson. Granted, he's moved from rock hammers to the Batmobile, but still, he's just the kindly elderly black man who knows how to get things.
Little Shop will have its moments. You must all see it.
That's all.