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[apocalypsos]

Today'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 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.

Comments

[octopedingenue]

I just got back from the midnight showing.

I have a new favorite movie OF ALL TIME.

(You know you hate love me.)

[octopedingenue]

Also, I am tickled fuchsia-pink that I am so demned cool and jealousy-worthy that I bleed over into your real life. >:D Mwaha. AHAHA. aha.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

*whimper* Is it Saturday yet?

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.