Now Playing: Channel Five is playing 'World's Wildest Police Videos'**
** = "The Russian police drag the ruthless renegade from the cloudy chaos to spend his next summers in Siberia.", etc.
I thought maybe Blade 2 was the worst movie in the world, but then tonight I watched Bulletproof Monk. It must be forty years since Yul Brynner made this sort of cack popular, surely SFX should have moved on? I shall stick to enjoying the re-runs of Monkey in future.
Ate two whole super-large bags of popcorn, then tried to start in on a tub of ice-cream but felt too sick to continue. I feel like a pincushion waiting to be popped.
I'd like to congratulate my bra on catching humonguous amounts of popcorn. I can't imagine how it must feel to be a man, and unable to catch the stray popcorn bits in your cleavage. You'd just be really hungry in the cinema a lot, I guess. Unless you were a really really fat bloke. And even then, you'd probably not choose to accentuate it with low cut tops.
I used to think men ate the foul cinema hotdogs as part of some transparent inferiority complex; now I realise the poor sods are merely searching for nutrients.
I had wanted to try out some sort of sad singleton lifestyle, where I deliberately ate too many girly things, while crying into my white wine. No joy. Too muntered from yesterday to even face the white wine, and all the ice cream companies were ready for me, and filled their tubs with disgusting stuff that oughtn't to be allowed in ice cream. (cookie dough - fucking foul stuff. Whose idea was that? Someone invent a cheese and chicken wings flavour ice cream, then we can start talking.)
Reminder to self: don't wear cropped tops when your navel is laced with cat scratches. At best you end up looking like a Russian immigrant in the video store.
Cheers to Duch, for ringing me to say ex-DH cried herself to sleep.
Mind you, cheers to me. Cheers to me.
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