One Horny Movie Review
I watched my movies last night. Of course, I loved X-Men 2. I mean Wolverine or Logan, whatever you want to call him. (Actually, by the end of the movie, he is just Logan.) I just call him SEXY!! Other than being all horny by watching Hugh kick ass and he did. I liked this one so much better because they let him just get crazy with those blades of his. There was this one scene where he was up on a higher level than the bad guys, jumped down by doing a flip in the air, and landed with his blades in the bad guys. There was one on each side and he instantly killed them both. It was AWESOME. I rewound it several times. I will buy this movie. Enough about X-Men/Hugh, y’all know that I could talk about how totally sexy and fuckable that he is and he IS.

Then I masturbated. (Just kidding!!) I then watched Lost in Translation. This movie was grrrreat. Bill Murray was absolutely genius. I really do think that he should win the Oscar for this performance. If there is any fairness to whoever wins, than he will. He was “just there” in Tokyo. Scarlet Johansson, (This girl is a total cutie and truly a good actress. We’ll be seeing a lot more of her. I hope.) She was in the same situation. They were like the title; they were Lost in Translation. Imagine being in Tokyo, not knowing the language, not knowing many people, and really not having all too much to do. They just happen to meet and form this beautiful relationship. It was my new favorite word, lovely.

I highly recommend this movie to anyone who likes to use the right side of their brain. (Or is it the left?) If you like movies like: The Good Girl, Royal Tenenbaums, (which Bill Murray was also in) Fargo, or Raising Arizona than you’ll like this one. Get up and go rent it now. It will definitely be a groovy 2 hours of total relaxation while being Lost in Translation. Anyway, that’s my movie review. You can now see why I don’t do this for a profession or anything. Ha! Oh, by the way, go see Big Fish. It is kind of the same kind of movie. I recently saw it and, yes, it was lovely.

Enough about movies, if any of you have been to PS’s blog; you’ll see that my girl is being a big ole slut tonight. I told him to go for it. Hell, you only live once. I was also upset with him because he didn’t mention that I can totally do the Scarlett O’Hara eyebrow thing just like Ms. Vivien Leigh herself. (I must say, I can work these brows ‘cause I’m sassy like that.) People tend to think that I’ve actually got lots on my mind because of the whole brow thing, but I’ve just always had the left one cocked. I’m doing it so much that I don’t even know when I'm doing it. I hope that PS fills y’all in on his evening in his blog tomorrow. I always get ALL of the juicy (Ha! Juicy!) details in person or by phone. Sometimes my baby can be quite graphic with his stories, but I must say I like that he can talk to me in that way. There is nothing quite like hearing about two guys "getting it on". It's very educational.

I didn’t have some brilliant entry written and prepared this evening like I sometimes do. I just felt like talking and since PS is out being a ho; I have to talk to you. I know recently I’ve mentioned that I’ve been taking medication for my depression, bipolarness, manic depression, anxiety attacks, whatever you wish to call it. I tend to call it going through life. Prescription drugs just make it a lot easier. My only problem is that I’m finding myself in the situation where I’d rather take a Xanax than address the problem. Addressing the problem is way too stressful and I just can’t deal with it.

I need to get new tires put on my car. My stepfather told me that I’d need to do this in Feb. Well, it’s February and I need to get off my ass and go get new fucking tires. I’ve been putting it off because it’s cold and rainy outside. I just don’t want to get out in that. Now, since waiting, I have to put my spare on tomorrow, just to get it to the tire store. The whole thought of that is now stressing me out. Is it time for a Xanax before I start to feel any anxiety? I think not. I’m not going to just pop a pill any time that the slightest thing bothers me. I just need to be strong.

(Strong like another sexy man, Aragorn. Yummy! Damn, why am I so darn horny? ) I just love that whole good bone structure, facial hair, scruffy look, manly smell, and they just seem like they would be good in bed. Although, if I ever got the chance, they’d probably suck and kill my fantasies!

Would you like a side order of Condolezza Rice with that?

Don't be too surprised if you see me back here tonight, I'm wide awake and EXTREMELY bored!!!


  ¶ 4:53 PM