drago

Thursday was pretty good. None of the problems from the previous day were resolved, but they aren't really that big of a deal.

My Big Fat Independent Movie is abysmal. It is so lame and self-referential. It's like "Well, we are the wisecracking gangster hitmen, should we shoot this guy?" "No, we should wait for him to get shot accidentally, that would be more ironic." Eva and I watched like fifteen minutes of it and then stopped because it was pissing us off. I was hoping it would be the Not Another Teen Movie of indie movies, but it was more like the Scary Movie 3 of indie movies.

However, R. Kelly Trapped in the Closet and Season One of Clone High are just as good as they ever were. I heart them. Wes-ley.

I have to take a sprinkler system design certification test all day tomorrow. It's going to take like 8 hours. I'm not looking forward to spending my saturday doing that.

Also, I just want to make it clear that I'm not a mama's boy or whatever. I get along fine with my mom but I don't like talk to her all the time or anything. I see her or speak to her maybe once a week. I don't rely on her for any type of monetary or emotional support or help making decisions. I'm a grown-ass man, dog. My lip tattoo is semi-ironic. I do heart my mom, but I got the tattoo because I thought it would be funny and it would be the opposite of those girls who's lips say "I heart cock." I just want to clear that up because apparently I was talking to my mom in my sleep last night and I'm totally creeped out about it.