trinityofone

psychopepsquad has, sadly, joined the ranks of those who think I hate all movies. I do not hate all movies. I just hate a lot of movies, and I hate them loudly. Like The Ring Two, which she and I saw yesterday. Thank god she was there to mock it with me because it was not scary (and I found the first one terrifying) nor suspenseful nor even all that pretty. Although I liked Naomi Watts' coat.

ETA: psychopepsquad gives great snark.

Today I saw Melinda and Melinda with my mom and my aunt. It also had lots of great clothes and really great New York apartments, but it was just awful: pretentious and boring and not funny. My theory is that Woody Allen has turned into the guy standing behind him in line in Annie Hall. How sad. Still, if you want New York real estate tips, he'd be the guy to ask.

So yes, I hated those two movies, but I don't hate all movies. I don't! I like...well, several things I can't think of right now.

I'm much better friends with books these days. Tuesday night I went over to mciac's house and she and psychopepsquad and darcydodo got me really drunk. I mean, really drunk. When I got home, I managed to 1) lock the door and 2) take off my skirt and tights and put on pajama bottoms. Removing my shirt proved to be too much for me, so I went to bed in it. When I woke up, however, it was to discover that while undressing had been beyond me, I had managed to take the book I'm reading out of my bag and put it next to the bed in its accustomed place. You know, just in case I wanted a bit of a read before passing out. Says a lot about me, that.

On the list of current addictions: I love Barry's Gold Blend tea. See? Ireland is calling to me already!