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Hello, Friday night. I'm watching Robert De Niro kick the shit out of some guy on the floor of a bar. He's got a funny expression on his face like he's trying to keep something in his mouth. Maybe his tongue. Maybe his tongue naturally hangs out when he's kicking someone in the stomach. Mine sure does. Perhaps we are related somehow. Alas, I'm not in that bar. Wouldn't that be fun? I would sit on the counter and laugh at Robert De Niro's silly mouth. In a polite, good-natured way, though. So as not to get shot. Instead, I'm sitting here alone in my house watching it through a screen. Oh! Ray Liotta, why would you cheat on your wife with that ugly girl?? I like the part when the guy across the street hurts Karen and then Ray goes and pistol-whips him into submission. At that point, I think, "Ray Liotta, you may be a cocaine addict, and you may have yellow teeth, and you may wear a gold cross around your neck, and you may cheat on me. But I lov eyou so let's get married." I love Goodfellas. LIKE SO SO MUCH. Still...no offene, boys, but I'd rather be out. Oh well. I'll do something tomorrow. Apparently, I'm going to the movies with my grandma. Which is always crazy. I hope we don't get arrested again. "I know my fucking rights!" she says. Like Hell she does. She's like 80 years old. Half the time she thinks my name is Natalie. I'm so bored I'm turning my grandmother into an angry drunk. I think I'll go kill off a few more of those gingerbread men. What do you think? I don't care what you think, nevermind. I'm going.