What the merry fuck is that aboot, eh? Being all... right and stuff? Ohhhhh, mymymy...
Eddie Izzard is my god and not only that... but he has nice clothes. And makes fun of America and Star Wars. What's not to love? What is not to love, I say. I say, I say.
Friendly information tip of the weekend... don't linger in the Sexuality section of Barnes and Noble when you're there with your father. And don't flip through books on the g spot and female ejaculation when he might pop out from round the corner at any moment and go "BOO!"
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat else... I SAW SCHOOL OF ROCK! Dude, sweet. The little drummer kid is indeed the better Draco Malfoy... if only, right? And Zach (lead guitar ROCKIN' OUT) was so adorable I just kept wanting to squee. Because... tiny, insecure, emo children are cute. And Jack Black is just... a genius or a madman. I kept singing in my head "That is Bach and it rocks it's a rock block of Bach that he learned at the school called the SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS! (Give it up for KG, give it up for me!)" And so on and so forth. Respect the D.
Okay. Bunches of things to do. Already procrastinating. COULD I JUST WATCH WILLARD IN PEACE, THANKS, OKAY, BUHBYE.
*licks your fingertips a'la ratties*