monroe

The past couple nights I've been having these really intense nightmares....people getting shot close range right in front of me, suicide bombings, zombies vomiting lime green bile, going up to people I think I know and then getting close and realizing that they're not actually that person, and their face starts melting off, and they run away. What does it all meeeeeaaaan?

I feel weird today.

I went to see Knocked Up the other night. SO.FUCKING.FUNNY. I am quite literally obsessed with 40 Year Old Virgin so I went into it thinking there was no way it could measure up. It was a pretty fucking close call though. I laughed so hard in some parts that I was crying. Particularly this part, because it reminds me of two of my friends who totally have man-crushes on each other:

I want to have a like a million of Paul Rudd's babies. And possibly Seth Rogen's too because he is hilaaaarious. I think I have a crush on every man alive. I'm like 14 or something.
Anyway, seriously, check that shit out. And if you sneak beer into the theater, I promise you, it will be even better.

Now, I anxiously await this:

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Here are some more of the pictures of me being a jackass:

And less of a jackass:

In case you missed my boobs the last time--I know they're small and hard to see, ha!--they're here.

I fucking love this song, and I love that I have the choice of choosing between the rock version

and the ballad one that makes me cry like a little puss

If I had any balls at all, I'd get my hair cut like Maja Ivarsson's. But I don't. It's a thought though.


That's enough for today.