I'll Do Graffiti If You Sing To Me In French
~Graffiti, Maximo Park


we're quite the movie-goer this week, aren't we? as if last wednesday wasn't enough, BGII called me out in a fit of boredom and we head out to the theatres to catch Running With Scissors. i don't know how long i can stomach movies about dysfunctional families. though it is only a dramatization, the problems are real. in the case of Running With Scissors, i cannot understand why anyone would review it as a hilarious movie because i sure as hell didn't think it was. only because i know people who are genuinely unhappy and clinically depressed.

since it was BGII i was out with last night, the pair of us did our ritual walk-a-thon. i bullied him into walking me home. from bugis hawhaw. also he has decided to take on my challenge. soon this novice diver is going to prove his stamina in swimming to me. i happen to think he's gonna fail because i think i'm a better swimmer than he can ever be. but he sounds migthy confident about it so let's bring it on.

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