So, after my melodramatic post of melodrama, Monoca quickly smacked me in the face (figuratively, of course) and then graciously bestowed her further friendship upon me.
Yes, I will be alright. I will also figure things out...theoretically.
But! In far more important news, dear readers, I finally saw the Incredible Hulk--the one that came out earlier this summer with Edward Norton of hotness...not that crappy crap one with Eric Bana--and it was, well, incredible. I kind of want to see it again. Preferably without being shushed for laughing at the cameos and jokes that no one else seemed to understand.
Why is it that whenever I go to see a movie with Monoca, we end up being the only beings with a pulse inside of the large room holding what is supposedly a receptive and *willing* audience?
Oh well. Off to bed with me.
Oh, and boys are stupid.
1 comment:
That's because we're a million times better than any of the other stupid people who attend movies that they don't fully intend to appreciate.
Let's go again!
Tuesday!
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