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You know, I wasn't going to say another goddamn thing about Janet Jackson's dirty pillows (well, they are apparently awful and evil to behold), but this right here? Is incredibly fucking ridiculous.

What I want to know is when Justin Timberlake will be arrested for sexual assault. I mean, if it's this serious ...

*eye roll of abject disgust*

( Cutting the rant, because if I don't want to read it, I doubt you do, either. )

Oh, I forgot to mention ...

... that Entertainment Weekly, in their Oscar issue, referred to 70s disaster movies as the "We're all going to die in a calamity!" genre.

*snerk* I try not to laugh out loud on the bus, I really do.

EDIT: And also, I bought "Lost in Translation" on DVD yesterday. Life is now complete.

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Well, Bosslady just called me, and it's official -- Captain Asshat is no longer an employee of DHL Airborne Express. *sobs* What the hell am I supposed to do for entertainment now?! Mock the idiots on the bus every day? Then again, that's actually not a bad idea.

So, yeah. Apparently, what it takes to get yourself incredibly fired is weeks if not months of women-hating behavior, the constant inability to shut up, loads of smug, self-important yammering, more mood swings than a ward full of mental patients, one takedown from a district manager, two complaint calls to the Bosslady, and the pride that comes with walking into the office of the two female sales reps and announcing that you haven't had sex in two years.

And if all else fails, there's always ( this outfit ... )

Hey, the picture makes me giggle, all right? Sue me.

Oh, and also, ( I saw Miracle today. I dare you to go see it and not leave the theater feeling great. )