I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me it if it goes astray.
Don’t you just love my new template? I got bored, and decided to go with something flower-y for Spring. You boys are lucky, because I found a pink one with tulips that would have made you all gag, so I decided not to overboard with the girl-y theme.
I don’t really have much to write about. Mostly I just want to post something and see if my comments will look right. The font on the last post’s comments is teeny tiny, but other days’ comments are normal. WTF?
I’m going to talk about The Departed. If you have not seen this movie, don’t read any more of this paragraph! I don’t want to re-live the whole Six Feet Under fiasco. Anyhoo. That movie was fucked up, man. And I mean that in a good way. It was a great movie, but - even though I’m smart enough to separate actors from their roles, I think I might hate Matt Damon a little bit if I ever saw him on the street. I guess that’s a credit to his performance, but rarely have I been so happy to see someone get it in the end - the end of the film, not the rear end, though that would have been immensely entertaining as well.Speaking of Matt Damon, have you noticed the dorky kid Landry on Friday Night Lights looks like his ugly brother? Did you watch that show this season? If you didn’t you should have, because it’s one of the best shows on television. Plus Kyle Chandler is still super-cute just like he was on Homefront a zillion years ago.
Last night I had a dream that I was a cop going after a criminal. The perp in question was a store-robbing English bulldog dressed in a pink bunny suit, and I was driving around in a Trans Am trying to trick it into getting in my car.Then I had a dream I was looking for sharks with Steve Zissou.I have NO idea where that came from.
Edit: Why does my formatting always look totally fucked no matter how many times I try to make it look right? Grrrr.
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