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Icky.

I hate allergies. Especially when they don't respond to such things as (over the counter) claritin. Bugger.

So I've already begun tomorrow's Bad Movie Monday review. I've watched it twice, looking for answers, inspiration, insight...and found little if any of them. It's a really pathetic movie but I think I can do something interesting with my review.

I took notes. Mmm.

I will say it's a drugsploitation movie, or tried to be. So this really meant there was a buttload of titties. I kept having to ask Parker, my straight roomie, things like "So, is this what tits look like?" "Is that normal?" "Would those be considered 'hot tits'?" etc. Thank God I had him or I'd have been so confused.

Yay for the gay.


Kk, I needa go pretend to get ready for work. And hope these allergies/congestion/whatever clears up by the time I actually have to clock in. Or it's gonna be a looong afternoon.

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