I am so fucking sick of all these movies geared towards fifteen year old boys and their disposable income. I do NOT want to watch all these stupid horror movies. Or whatever the hell you call them. I just don’t.
I’ve been waiting since December 28th to take my Mom to a movie. And my Mom loves chick flicks. The first chick flick that arrived was The Vow. We went to see it a few nights ago and the movie theatre was pretty full. So obviously, “movie people”, we weren’t the only ones waiting. So there
There were lots of people there that I knew. I waved at one group and said hello and then “R” flashed me some grey looking blanket thingy. I looked at her like “What the fuck?” and she announced it was her receiving blanket for when she cried.
Seriously. That’s a bit bizarre. Or possibly genius.
Anyways. The movie was fine. It was everything a chick flick should be.
For example: Channing Tatum, whoever the hell he is, is beautiful. But his thighs are so huge he totally walks funny. Did anyone else notice this? And his neck. Like a bull. But, that fedora he wears when they first meet… that was stupid. You looked like an idiot.
Now I know it wasn’t his choice to wear a fedora. But, I really think these hats only look good on really cute women. Whimsy looking women. And that’s all I am going to say about that.
One thing that often happens to me at movies is that I get upset about my life. I end up hating my house, my clothes, my friends and my family. I want my life to be just like the movie.
So, now I want Zed to own a music studio. And, I think I might quit my job and become a sculpter. Sculptess, Sculpter’er?
FYI: Rachel McAdams is now the new love of my life. I just need to get her to meet Jason Bateman.