last night, the gran massa champ convinced me that it was in my best interest to view the kill bill series. having not seen it before but knowing that it had received decent reviews, i was all for a mini-movie-marathon. what i was not prepared for was the biggest and stupidist anticlimactic ending of a lifetime. the movie just fucking stopped after she tap, tap, tapped bill in the chest, utilizing a super top double secret probation kung fu move. i have never in my life been so angry at a film, it was almost ridiculous. really. the first volume was interesting, comical - i enjoyed it. the second volume was over the top dialogue and information that had no bearing on the outcome in any way. seriously, i was so angry and so worked up i couldn't sleep last night. i was up until 0200 just swearing and for no good reason except that i'd just spent four hours of my life waiting for something spectacular when i could have been doing something productive. ugh. so, now when the gran massa champ says, 'this movie is so good' i'm going to know that he's a moron in the field of cinematography and i'm not going to listen to him. ever. again.
i'm at job #2 today. that's not even accurate anymore. this is job # only. so let me start over. i'm at job # only today. i had to get up at the ass crack of dawn to be here and after last night's events, i'm tired and hell and sort of crabby. plus my foot looks like hamburger and i'm a little grossed out by it. it's going to get better right? because right now it's not feeling like it's going to get better and it's certainly not looking as though its going to get better; it looks like the toes just going to explode and pop off. wouldn't that suck?
do you remember those commercials for vaseline intensive care lotion with the group of women sitting in a circle scratching the word dry into the arms? this was on when i was a child, so it's not anything recent you're going to find on we. that commercial is like burned into my brain and i don't know why. i used to see if i could scratch words into my skin. vaseline intensive care lotion is prolly soley responsible for a generation of kids my age growing up to be self harmers and cutters. anyhoo, the reason i bring this up is because it is soooo dry in my house the skin on my hands is just chunking up and falling off and it's sort of gross. i've tried hemp lotion and banana lotion and lotion lotion and body butter and nothing is working and my hands sort of hurt and they're looking a little grody. ugh. you'd think all the fishtanks would help the humidity level but it doesn't seem to be working this way.
fish update: roger and adolf are well. they eat like piggies and they love, love, love oranges.
okay. that's all i have for now. i just really had to get that kill bill shit out of my system.
peas out. love, superfreakinhatesthesupertopsecretfivefingerkungfumovejanel
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