God I hated Bridesmaids.
I’m new to blogging, this doesn’t make too much sense.
I hate how cats wait until you sit down, or lay down, or generally fucking relax then they want you to open doors for them.
When I graduated High School, it was stupid. My friend’s brother is graduating tomorrow and I can’t help but feel he must think the same. The best part about high school for me was when I got to leave.
Saw Bridesmaids. I hated that movie. I love to go out and watch well made movies, and my girlfriend and I were going to have a great time watching a romantic comedy for her and something silly and light-hearted for me. But the horrendous atrocity to film making we witnessed made me want to carve my eyes out with a butter knife. Bad acting, good potential, bad delivery, good potential, bad plot, good potential, bad everything. Maybe if I vomit in my mouth then swallow that, then drink a pint of rubbing alcohol everything will be better.
I need more music, people need to recommend me more stuff.