I'm sore. not from exercise but from carrying around a stupid television.
Hillary decided to get a new TV for the bedroom yesterday because our old one broke. We got a light little flat-screen thing, but the old one is big and bulky and heavy.
i'm still in pain and it's still in the house.
I started a new book last night-- Voices from the Storm-- a book written by 13 people who lived through Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans.
It's fucking... terrifying and sad.
I saw Undertow this weekend. It was surreal and dark and sweaty. Kind of like a non-special effects laden version of Pan's Labyrinth. Maybe I'm not making any sense. I liked it. It involved swamps and junk and drug addled teenagers and a boy who is effectively poisoning himself to death by eating dirt and junk and paint.
I also saw Ratatouille which had nothing at all to do with Undertow. It wasn't so much sweaty as it was kind of inspiring and fun. I always get teary when people in movies band together and take care of shit. Rats, too.
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you get a new tattoo for everytime i take a shit.
ahahahahahahahaa......
Thank-you. 
I just bought one of those cool small flatscreens for my bedroom too, but I am going to use mine for a computer monitor as soon as I finish my classes, its gonna be an awesome lcd monitor.
Rata-too-ey, was cute, didn't make me smile till my teeth hurt, like beauty and the beast, but I suppose with all the awesomeness of the forefathers of Disney movies out of the way, they have to fill in toddlers time with something..... ha HA.
Undertow was good, but I think that you are forgetting two very IMPORTANT things, or two very important HOT men, the dad and uncle, holy hell, if I wasn't already in a relationship, I would start the 'track down Dermot Mulrooney for the sole purpose of seeing what kind of underwear he wears' campaign. No, I wasn't kidding. ha.
You tell me I am hot too much.
So fucking HOT, a 'I can't breathe when his name comes up', hot.