I just hiked up a mountain and my legs are like JELLY! Was rad though.
Now, to watch Let the right one in with Morgannah!
wohoohooo!
XOXO
Now, to watch Let the right one in with Morgannah!
wohoohooo!
XOXO
I discovered I dislike acting networking meetings. Most of the people there are BULLSHIT and I don't want to join the ranks. Given that 80% of getting work is who you know, sadly, they are a necessary evil for what I want to do, so I'd better get used to it!
speaking of which, watch a short film I was in here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSrSFiyqpqE
In other areas, I decided I can sum up the entire ex-lover thing like this:
He thought the best Star wars was Empire Strikes back, I was Return of the Jedi.
It says it all really.
speaking of which, watch a short film I was in here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSrSFiyqpqE
In other areas, I decided I can sum up the entire ex-lover thing like this:
He thought the best Star wars was Empire Strikes back, I was Return of the Jedi.
It says it all really.
I just watched Mallrats for maybe the 30th time. I hadn't watched it in awhile.. sadly, I don't find it as funny anymore? Jason Lee still makes me giggle my ass off though, I love the way he constantly speaks like he's about to crack up.
Dear guys who yell out of your car while driving past.
All I want to do is walk my dog, without men screaming at me just because Im female, alone and in public. You give your co-inhibitors of trousers with ball space a bad name, and it's not right.
I don't know what you hope to achieve by yelling out, "how's it going" or "Oi red" or "aww fuck ay" but here's a news flash: You're driving in a car. If you want to know how it's going, you'd need to stop and hear the answer if you genuinely wanted to know. If you did stop, I'd be happy, because it would allow me to sock you in the face, tell you to fuck off, or simply respond with "Yeah I'm great thanks, really relaxed, see I just thought I'd get some air after a long day of fist fucking your mother"
I'd keep driving too.
Sod off, you miserable dicknose. I know dicknose is a ridiculous insult, but that's what the situation deserves.
End rant.
Love, SB
P.s. Years on, I STILL don't know what a lucha is.
All I want to do is walk my dog, without men screaming at me just because Im female, alone and in public. You give your co-inhibitors of trousers with ball space a bad name, and it's not right.
I don't know what you hope to achieve by yelling out, "how's it going" or "Oi red" or "aww fuck ay" but here's a news flash: You're driving in a car. If you want to know how it's going, you'd need to stop and hear the answer if you genuinely wanted to know. If you did stop, I'd be happy, because it would allow me to sock you in the face, tell you to fuck off, or simply respond with "Yeah I'm great thanks, really relaxed, see I just thought I'd get some air after a long day of fist fucking your mother"
I'd keep driving too.
Sod off, you miserable dicknose. I know dicknose is a ridiculous insult, but that's what the situation deserves.
End rant.
Love, SB
P.s. Years on, I STILL don't know what a lucha is.
Okay, who is the angel that re-activated my account?
Come forth! You need a big thank you cuddle.
Hi again guys.
XOXOOXOXOXO
Come forth! You need a big thank you cuddle.
Hi again guys.
XOXOOXOXOXO
