Oh, hey Monday. What's that? Why do I seem less angry to see you? Oh I don't know, maybe because I found the loophole to your dirty fucking tricks AND MADE YOU MY THURSDAY! Ha! Bitch! Fuck you! Asshole...
.... Finally got around to seeing Prometheus over the weekend. My what a fun little movie that was. Honestly, I don't exactly see why the internet exploded with anger after this movie came out. It was exactly what we were promised. Also, Fassbender fucking rules. But anyways, anyone with half a brain can deduce the goings-on in this movie. Sorry dumbasses that Damon and Ridley didn't spoon-feed you the overarching plot points. Sorry you feel the need to have everything fully explained to you so you don't have to think...
... Onto movies where you don't have to think. 21 Jump Street was the most surprisingly enjoyable comedy to come along this year. Yes, the jokes are cheap and the plot is about half-retarded, but this was 2 hours well spent. Even Ice "Are We There Yet" Cube was tolerable in this movie, something I haven't been able to say with a straight face since the first Friday movie...
... *insert more annoyance with community pools here*...
... There is a weird joy that comes from occasionally buying a case of canned beer. I do this once in a blue moon and it just brings some sort of nostalgia out in me. Sitting out on the porch, crushing the can when I'm done. I don't know what it is exactly, other than transporting me back to a time when I was a poor teenager who's hourly wage from the Gap didn't afford the luxury of a bottled beer. Oh youth, how I squandered you.
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