Sad movies
I went to see My Sister’s Keeper with Rhonda this weekend. This is what I envisioned in my head - Rhonda crying like a ninny baby, and me thinking she’s a p word. What actually happened - I cried like a bitch and she has no heart (aka didn’t cry).
So I just put Marley & Me on my Netflix. This is my chance to redeem myself.
I’m fairly certain that my husband was the only one in the class who drew a picture of a lighting bolt through the words “breastfeeding rocks” in bubble letters (with a note above saying “don’t believe the hype”)…
It's Times Like This
Where I wish that I had cable television. I want to be able to stay home all day today and stay glued to the news channels to watch everyone’s reactions to Michael Jackson’s death. I know that Jermaine and Tito will have something to say, but I’ve always like it when the media tracks down people who may have merely been in the same room as the “King of Pop” sometime in the last century.I won’t be appeased until I hear responses from Joe Pesci, Anjelica Huston, and Emmanuel Lewis. Make it so, news people.
I wanted to hear from Macaulay Culkin and Lisa Marie Presley. Lisa Marie already made a statement, I haven’t heard from Mac yet though.
I think...
that if I ever wanted to become a criminal lawyer, I would be a shoe-in due to my extensive hours watching Law & Order.
My high school had a pretty crappy drama department. We had no real stage so we used risers and put them in the cafeteria for our annual productions. This was my sophomore year’s production of Camelot. Drama was 95% females, so most of the knights were played by girls. I am the knight standing in the back next to the girl in the blue dress. Yes, I had a singing role. Yes, I had to sing like a man. Yes, I had to draw in a beard and mustache.
This is one of my favorite memories.
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