Monday, April 23
I hate Cat Stevens. He sucks. He's painful. He's retail store music; most likely played on rotation at JcPenney.
So we didn't go see Grindhouse last night because Lauren got lazy and said her parents didn't want her going out so late on a school night. Kind of hypocritical because we'd been planning this for quite some time. Oh well. That DVD better be out motherfucking soon.
Instead we went to Target and I bought Alien and The Devil's Rejects on DVD. Sweet shit, man.
I have watched this shit so many times and it still cracks me up every goddamn time.
"It often happens that I wake up at night and begin to think about a serious problem and decide I must tell the Pope about it. Then I wake up completely and remember that I am the Pope."
- Pope John XXIII
My favorite thing to do during my spare time is skinning my neighbors' pet pomeranians and trading their fur to crack dealers in Newark.