My Day Or, Fuck You Sun

7:00 Get woken up by mum and informed that I must clean out the garage today. I then watched her attempt to bend over after throwing out her back this weekend. It took a while.

9:30 Wake up again after having fallen asleep somewhat successfully. Stare at the clock for a few minutes, then get up.

10:00 Make my way downstairs, grope around in the fridge then take it upstairs to eat while watching Clone Wars like a zombie.

11:00 Shove dishes in general direction of sink, grab dog leash and take le dog for le walk in the HELLBLAZING SUN. Get stared at by the rubbish collectors for wearing kickass gothic attire. Observe that after traversing 3/4 of the neighbourhood le dog looks le about to pass out - take the shortcut back through the woods. Remember that I am wearing flip-flops - fuck that shit I’m going barefoot. WADING THROUGH THE STREAM WITHOUT ANY SHOES LIKE A BADASS.

12:00 Go inside, allow dog to collapse on floor, commence dishes. Get complained at by the cat. Tell the cat to stfu and jump on the counter herself, stop being such a lazy ass.

12:30 GARAGE TIME. Sneeze every five damn seconds, avoid dead spiders (also live spiders, avoid them as well). FEEL THE HEAT. SWEAT BABY SWEAT.

3:30 Suddenly find that I am very very very tired… fall into bed and naptime.

6:30 Wake up and discover THERE IS FOOD. Covet the artichoke and watch some more Clone Wars while playing Shadow Era. Relax into an internet coma for the remainder of the evening.

MIB III

I must say, MIB III you far exceeded my expectations today. No, it wasn’t as good as the first one (but then - are they ever?) however, it was a lovely trip down nostalgia lane for all of us who grew up with the original. It didn’t attempt to rip out my intestines, stuff a pillow with them and then tell me my puppy died to make the outer casing -which the second film did [yes I’m channeling Deadpool right now - sue me]. 

I have a few other minor points to address:

• Will Smith. Will. Ever-loving. Smith. That man just refuses to age.    
• All the props to Josh Brolin for his AMAZINGLY ACCURATE Tommy Lee Jones portrayal.                         
• There is a prophetic galactic unicorn. His name is Griffin. He acts like Robin Williams back in the day.     
• The beginning of the film made no sense whatsoever. None. That entire moon prison thing….nope.                                   

All in all I enjoyed it thoroughly however - even if the boyfriend and I had guessed the end fairly accurately not long into the film.