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Jun. 29th, 2004 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosToday's "Bitch Moment" is brought to you by the letters M and K and the number 2.
[While flipping through this week's People]
Me: Want to order lunch?
Bosslady: No, thanks. I brought a sandwich.
Me: Oh. Good for you.
Bosslady: You know, I could bring in a sandwich for you tomorrow.
Me: Tell you what. How about you make me a sandwich, put in a box, slap on a stamp and mail it to Mary-Kate Olsen?
Jesus, if I weren't already going to Hell, that'd be worth a free ticket right there.
So, armed with this week's People, I taunted Bosslady, who's easily the biggest Spider-Man fan I know in real life, with the movie review they had, which gave it three and a half stars. Then I read through to the end where they had a tidbit on making Alfred Molina look good for the movie and all I could think of was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
octopedingenue, who's apparently off for the midnight showing. No bloody fair ... grumblegrumble ... I wanna go ... grumblegrumble ...
Meanwhile, I'm going to finish this story ASAP if it kills me. Which, by the way, it probably will. But that other plotbunny I mentioned ... well, let me put it this way.
Imagine, if you will, an innocent little bunny rabbit. Soft grey fur, big brown eyes, and oh-so-calmly nibbling on grass in a pretty, meadow. Now imagine a tough, tattooed bunny with a cigar and brass knuckles showed up and beat the living shit out of the other bunny.
I'm sure you understand my dilemma. I don't quite think plotbunnies are allowed to issue death threats.
[While flipping through this week's People]
Me: Want to order lunch?
Bosslady: No, thanks. I brought a sandwich.
Me: Oh. Good for you.
Bosslady: You know, I could bring in a sandwich for you tomorrow.
Me: Tell you what. How about you make me a sandwich, put in a box, slap on a stamp and mail it to Mary-Kate Olsen?
Jesus, if I weren't already going to Hell, that'd be worth a free ticket right there.
So, armed with this week's People, I taunted Bosslady, who's easily the biggest Spider-Man fan I know in real life, with the movie review they had, which gave it three and a half stars. Then I read through to the end where they had a tidbit on making Alfred Molina look good for the movie and all I could think of was
octopedingenue, who's apparently off for the midnight showing. No bloody fair ... grumblegrumble ... I wanna go ... grumblegrumble ...Meanwhile, I'm going to finish this story ASAP if it kills me. Which, by the way, it probably will. But that other plotbunny I mentioned ... well, let me put it this way.
Imagine, if you will, an innocent little bunny rabbit. Soft grey fur, big brown eyes, and oh-so-calmly nibbling on grass in a pretty, meadow. Now imagine a tough, tattooed bunny with a cigar and brass knuckles showed up and beat the living shit out of the other bunny.
I'm sure you understand my dilemma. I don't quite think plotbunnies are allowed to issue death threats.
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Date: 2004-06-30 01:24 am (UTC)I have a new favorite movie OF ALL TIME.
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Date: 2004-06-30 01:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-30 08:37 am (UTC)Damn it, I miss the days when I worked a night shift and could go to new movies for the very first showing on Friday if I were so inclined.