johnnyfive

i woke up at 3am with three baby snakes squirming in my bed. 3 snakes in one bed! i flipped out. i'm not totally surprised considering i live on a basement level, but in my fucking bed. **as opposed to my "sleeping bed** i caught one and set it free in the yard, and cleaned my house out like i was preparing for inspections for weapons of mass destruction, yet i still fear my low lying bed.
i quote indiana jones "snakes. why snakes?"
and now the rain has rained out the double feature at the local drive in: robocop and superfuzz. superfuzz, now there's a good bad movie. some many movies nowadays try so hard to be good bad movies, yet fall short of anything better than a quentin tarintinno clergyman. like house of 1000 corpses. please. i did like the giggling, dumb, murdering blonde's line: "we like to get fucked up and do fucked up things!" other than that, i saw rob zombie should get a real name and a real job and give up on the filmmaking. just goes to show you that an asshole with money can do whatever they want.
why does god want to rain on my parade? i don't care about pollen. let it cover all that is and let me be dry. just no rain please.