Kovixen

I saw Mr. & Mrs. Smith yesterday, and it was pretty good until the ending that just sucked. If huge organizations are after you and you kill 20 of it's members, does that mean they stop going after you and forget where you live? I guess so in the world of movies. What a let down.

Who decided that Rufus Wainwright and Ben Folds should be at a concert together? A couple in front of me brought 2 year old twins, and somehow they slept through all of BF, and he was loud as all hell, as was I standing right behind them. I hope my kids sleep that soundly, maybe I can take them to Insane Clown Possy or something and they'll just lay in that weird shawl thing that I will wear because I'm lazy and won't want to hold my kids. Anyway, I didn't like Rufus at all, he was boring and kept throwing his head back to move around his hair. He didn't get that it made him look dumb. I left after about 5 songs because I couldn't take it anymore.

Obviously, my life is rather slow right now. It's the baby waiting. Tomorrow I take the test. I'm a little afraid that if I am pregnant, I'll get obsessive on here about it. After all, I really like to write about myself. I'll try not to bore you too much though.

Until tomorrow then, I will leave you with the guy that ate my cursor and the Found Footage Festival preview, which almost makes me wish I worked at Wendy's in the 80s.