ASLHGLKASHGLKJGLKADFKAJSHGLASDJFLASJK AHHHH YAY!!

My copy of Goddammit Redux came today ALONG WITH MY VINYL. SQUEAL!!! Oh god it sounds so fucking GOOD. COME HERE YOUNG, SCREAMY SKIBA. *plays it on max volume and pisses off all the neighbors*

ALSO I'm like....95% sure I saw Bill Gates today randomly at this tiny cafe called Louis's on Great Highway overlooking the ocean. What the hell? OKAY GOTTA GO TO WORK!!!

In case you MISSED IT, HERE is my holiday-card post where I am collecting addresses. Please go leave yours if you'd like a card! (Also go leave yours if your name begins with "L" and ends with "Ooking Spiffy," because you've fucking MOVED and I don't have your NEW ADDRESS. AHEM.)

So tonight takes the cake for "Worst Movie I Have Ever Seen," which is saying something, given my fondness for crappy movies. But folks, there's "crappy" move that you still thoroughly enjoy, and then there's so Awful with a capital "A" that I would have walked out 30 minutes into it had I been the one who'd driven, or had there even been a cafe nearby to go to. The movie, by the way, was "Before the Devil Knows You're Dead," and it was SO BAD. Not even the combined presences of Albert Finney, Ethan Hawke, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, and Marisa Tomei's boobs could salvage it. All the characters were wretched and/or despicable, you could see where the plot was headed from miles away (to its inglorious flaming tragic pile of poo ending), the story-telling was aggravating at best, and there was zero resolution at the end. "ROCKS FALL, ALL DIE" would have been more satisfying.

In other news, I know none of you are going to be as amused by this as I am, but my new sweater is hilariously large. Some of you may have heard me bitch about how hard it is for me to find clothes that fit if I don't order from a website, due to the fact that I am absurdly tall for a girl (6'1"). Thus, the fact that this turtleneck makes me feel like I stole Mommy's sweater at the age of 7 (despite the fact that sweater is IN MY NORMAL SIZE) is sort of awesome. The neck, especially, is amazing; as my mom says, it could do with "a little more turtle and a little less neck." When I pulled it on the unrolled neckpiece covered my entire head. IT WAS AMAZING. Now that you're all done being bored, return to your regularly-scheduled flist browsing.

In yet other news, I can't stop listening to "Sam's Town." Dammit, Brandon Flowers. I hate you. Why does your music have to be so good?

And now, I'm exhausted, so I'm going to go to bed. This bout of rambling has been brought to you by the letter R. *waits for Sesame Street R-doll to dance across the screen* Night!