homicidegirl

Rather long day, though I slept through most of it.

I managed, through the beauty of cable premium movie channels, to catch two movies that had been on my list of "want-to-see"s. Lost in Translation and Igby Goes Down. Lost in Translation was good... very, very subtle. But I do have to say that Igby Goes Down was more enjoyable. I think the Culkin children in general are excellent at acting miserable and sarcastic. I found myself comparing Kerian's performance in this one to Machaly's in Saved. I know I most likely mispelled both their names- sorry.

I'm really bored. Bad. Gives me time to think, and thinking never turns out well. I usually end up shoveling some godawful kind of dairy product into my mouth and staring at the TV.

I am getting OH so fat. Well, not fat. Pregnant. I am getting OH so pregnant. Only two to two and a half more months till D-Day and I will begin to feel like a normal human being again, as opposed to one or all of the following:
a) an endless lump draining the minds and wallets of everyone around me
b) an incubator for young Irish hellions, working pro bono for the tyrannical, inconsiderate ex
c) a reverse punching bag, pummeled constantly from the inside by a very small girl-hellion
d) nonstop food receptacle...


Eh, I've run out of bitching.