Sometimes I do things that make me feel retarded for myself. Sometimes I confess these things to a private confidante. Usually I end up publicly revealing these things on my blog, and inviting humiliation. This is one of those things.
Last night, I went to Redbox and rented a movie. I was feeling really tired and it was a thousand degrees outside, plus I've been slipping downward into an ice cream-eating semi-depression, so I wanted to just stay home and graze in the air conditioning. Sounds not too retarded, right? Actually sounds kind of nice and relaxing, right?
Except when I tell you that I rented Primeval. The tagline: "A news team is sent to South Africa to capture and bring home a legendary 25-foot crocodile. Their difficult task turns potentially deadly when a warlord targets them for death."
My favorite critic comments were, "Primeval is a really bad film"; and "Wow, how much does this movie suck."
I know. I know.
The sad thing is, it's not like I was standing there, sizzling in the sun, debating what to get because nothing good was left. I went there with a purpose - I knew what I wanted, and Primeval was it.
I sought out this specific movie for one reason, and one reason alone :
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In all, a perfect Friday night.
6 comments:
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Finally! An Other Sister who gets me on this.
tastey...where was your cell phone on this one? i was probably at home aone watching degrassi or something.
Believe me, I would've called had I not been too embarassed, and by "embarassed" I mean "eating myself into an ice cream delirium."
I'd never want my friends to see me fall off the wagon that way.
you know how i love huge bald men- dont ever question my loyalty again. it's just the constantly unbuttoned shirt that i can't handle. love you long time.
You wanna know why I am retarded? Becuase I just NOW figured out what the heck Juneyah was...(after looking at it backwards and frontwards and sidewards for a hidden meaning). Doy.
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