These people on Date My Mom are insane. First of all, this guy is definately checking out the mom, because the mom got a boob job. The guy is also a circus acrobat and is doing flips off a park bench, which I guess was sort of neat. But he's a freak, because the mom told him that her daughter has a soccer ass, and he thinks that's hot. What is his problem? Soccer asses are the epitome of uncool, take it from me, who wields one mercilessly against her foes.
Oh, god, Rob Zombie is directing some movie. What is that? The world must be rapidly accelerating towards final meltdown. There is simply no other excuse.
Obviously I'm very bored right now, and kind of mad because either the power went out (what can I say? Cleveland isn't so reliable on the power supply front) or my computer randomly restarted. Which is does. Sometimes I think it's got a mind of it's own. Well, maybe not so much as our old computer, that just sort of melted down on its own accord. Regardless, I got kicked off AIM and that makes me angry.
Yesterday I went to sleep at about 7:30 since I had nothing better to do (refer to last bloge) and then I woke up around 11. I watched a little Kill Bill Vol. II (aka all of it) and decided it would be totally awesome to be as kickass as Uma Thurman. How nice would it be if I could just punch my way through the coffin I was buried alive in?
The people on this show are prompted to say the most rediculous things. As if MTV expects us to believe that people can actually come up with that type of bullshit on their own.
Good news. I'm still bored. And I think I keep losing track of what I'm saying.
OH MY GOD THAT STUPID COMPUTER KICKED ME OFF AND I LOST ALL MY PROGRESS IN THAT RIDDLE.
::kills self::
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