I watched possibly the worst movie ever last night. It was about a cop who becomes a werewolf vigilante. It was one of those movies that is so bad, you can’t believe you’re still watching it, and yet you see it through to the end. And then you wonder, why did I just waste those 120 minutes of my life? I’ll never get them back. That was stupid. And then you blog about it for all the internets to see. Further solidifying your status as "dork". (See how I try to distance myself from the movie by talking about myself as if I am not myself? Further proof of dorkdom.)
Also, I have it on good authority that I should receive my camera cable today because someone kept forgetting to send it and broke down from the guilt and fedexed it (love you Niki!) overnight yesterday.
And today, I read this and it made me laugh out loud. Had I been drinking something, I would have sprayed it all over the computer.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. Who doesn’t want that?
Then you must have read all about The Rape Of the Vampire on the Flaming Scroll of Doom!