I just found out a co-worker is a former side-show performer. She was in a carnival and walked on glass and did some thing where they'd put a bed of nails on her and some lady would stand on top of the board of nails.

DAMN!

I'm so fucking boring.

So, volunteered at my first Pride Day. My company had a booth there and I was at it for a couple of hours ( Read more... )

The Runaways.

Kristen Stewart is a black hole, sucking out energy from whatever film she does. Who was the rampaging fucktard that thought she should play the uber-badass that is Joan Jett. Goddamn what a waste of time.

I have proof, PROOF, that Valentine's Day is meant for the MENS of the world to be slathering their sweeties with cards, candy and such and for the WOMENS of the world to sit back and accept the cavalcade of giftery that they see as their right ( Read more... )

I love horror movies and books. Have for a long time. I think one of the things I enjoy about it so much is that a lot of what we see or read in the horror genre is an extension of our current culture and worries ( Read more... )

Okay, saw my FIRST movie of 2011 so I figured I should wrap this puppyfucker up ( Read more... )

So, a loverly person (NOVACHECKERS!!!!) did something awesome last year that I decided to mimic shamelessly. I kept all the ticket stubs for movies I went to this year and now I'm gonna write some shit about them. Please remember, I am an opinionted fuck, not a professional movie reviewer ( Read more... )

I do not understand thing one about music.

Not one fucking thing.

I know what I like but I don't know ZIP about the mechanics, instruments or dick-all.

But I love listening to musicians talking about other musicians.

Weird, eh?

Okay, I've lived here nearly twenty years. It's religious. I get it. But fucked up Halloween is fucked up.

I don't care if the 31st is on a Sunday, Halloween is the 31st and you trick or treat on the 31st. You don't half do it on Saturday and half do it on Sunday. You don't fuck with stuff like that.

Fuck it.

Unbelievable stress at work+Family leaving for five days+Dieting=Me hiding under the covers with my heart beating like an ogre meth-addict's. Yay, I missed anxiety/stress/panic attacks.