Okay so a few weeks ago I saw knowing. And honestly I was willing, against my better judgment to see a Nicolas Cage film. And no I wasn’t stoned. And no I wasn’t drunk. And no, I wasn’t trying to score (but to tell you the truth I’m kinda up for it right now, somebody get me some flippin’ ice! Maybe this picture of ice will help me
anti-viagra
I was gonna review Knowing but FUCK IT. no amount of witty words and make up for this scene.
oh...dear...god
is this what scientology is all about? i’d rather take the wraths and plagues, and burning…and satan before this…way before this…
I think it’s better for me to bitch about finding apartments.
Like WHY is it so hard? Like really. And I’m not a bad person, honestly. So what I make jokes about fat and/or ugly people. And sometimes racism is hilarious. But that doesn’t mean I’m a bad person.
About a week and half ago I found a beautiful flat like 2 minutes from the tube and it had a BIG living room. I mean BIG. Like you could aerobics in that shit or a list host a very small dance class such as the one below
Plus it had an outside balcony. And it was above the letting shop. So if I had a problem, I could come down. Not to mention I wouldn’t have to worry about crotchety bitches…
even he's not that crotchety...and he lives in a fucking trash can
( it’s like HELLO! You’re in an apartment numnuts of course you can hear people on the floor DIRECTLY above you . it’s called C-O-M-P-A-R-T-M-E-N-T L-I-V-I-N-G. if you want absolute peace and quiet go to a park and feed pigeons you old BAG)
Anyhoo, I digress. But the landlord met me and he reminded me of my old philo teacher whom my mom wanted me to go out with b/c he “knew about our people”. Oh yeah my mom’s crazy. And we talked about everything , including george bush, the States oh and how much money I made (impacted decision…maybe?) but he said I was nice but nope, I didn’t make enough money.
Today I found an ad for the SAME apartment for even less money, thus making it affordable. I thought I would phone up and change my accent and see if I could get a viewing and then go “HA! Douche bags! Thanks for NOTHIN’!”. But then I thought that would be kinda stalker-y. especially since I phoned her like 3 times already asking if it was still available…
Okay it’s 1 am and i have to be at work early tomorrow. I already know who’s gonna be a crotchety bitch tomorrow…
