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2008-05-26

27 Dresses (2008) Review

Rating: 2 out of 5
Overall: Not Recommended, Don't Rent, Don't Buy
Direction: Poor
Acting: Just Fine
Plot: Predictable
Visuals: Nothing Special

This movie is not entertaining because it is very predictable. Why watch something when you know what will happen next? I found the main character quiet torturous because she doesn't know how to handle herself and her problems the whole time.

27 Dresses (2008) on IMDB

2008-03-19

I Keep Forgettin'

"I keep forgettin we're not in love anymore, I keep forgettin things will never be the same again, I keep forgettin how you made that so clear, I keep forgettin every time that you are near, Every time I see your smile, give you a hello, saying you can only stay a while, Heaven knows it time for you to say the things, We both know are true, But darling I keep forgettin, We're not in love anymore, I keep forgettin things will never be the same again, I keep forgettin how you made that so clear, I keep forgettin every time I hear, How you never want to live a lie, How we're supposed to follow, You don't have to tell me why, Why you going, And why the game is through, If this is not true, If this is not true, Tell me how I keep forgettin, I'm in love with you, Hey babe, Things will never be the same, again, I keep forgettin how you made that so real, Yeah yeah baby, Don't say that, Don't say that, Don't say that, I know you're not mine, anymore, Anyway, Anytime, Tell me how we're not in love anymore, How come I, Things will never be the same, I keep forgettin how you made that so clear, I keep forgettin every time you are near, We're not in love anymore, Every time you're near me, Things will never be the same, Oh baby, how you made that so clear, Every time you are near"

+ Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller, Songwriters

- He doesn't want to get back with you anymore, Niela.

2008-03-06

Fast forward 8 minutes and you will witness the verbal argument between Kara Saun and Wendy Pepper.

"Your gonna need your soul one day Wendy
and you don't have it."

Bagging Milk

This is about bagging a gallon of milk.

Your milk does not need a plastic bag. I don't care if your old, have to walk up stairs, have to take the bus, walk far, or if you are from Indian. Your goddamn gallon of milk does not need a single bag. The built-in handle says something "use me, I'm not only meant for pouring." I know this happens everyday and I think to myself when I see it happen over and again... "I hope I am dead before I become too weak to lift up a gallon of milk."

What does that say about the people of Union City?

I hate it when a customer put up like 8 gallons of the same type of milk on the belt for me to scan them all. I could have easily just scanned that one milk 8 times, but of course they want it all bagged. And if you don't bag it right a way they usually say "I would like this bagged", even though you already knew that. I usually look at them like they are a total asshole afterward.

BYOB (Bring Your Own Bags)

You could make me quadrupedal bag your milk using your own bags and it really would not bother me because they are your own bags. More power to you, you somewhat care about my home as well as yours. You are smart and wise and I praise you for it.

2008-02-24

Station 103.7

Smooth jazz music reminds me of the sunniest day of summer when the sun is directly over my head. My father would lay out in the backyard and try to get a tan sometimes. On a wooden picnic table which I believe he built. He was the one person who would picked that kind of music. It would play out loud. We owned big and tall speakers as a child. I'm sure neighbors heard but I never remember anyone asking us to keep it down. It was all good. It put me in a happier relaxed state. Like slow motion when every thing is at peace and waiting between the sun and shade. The grass is nice and fresh to step in with your bare feet. But we hardly did that cause we usually ended up walking in dog shit. Walking outside the house through the back and moving down from the deck to the backyard's ground was like walking down the stairs in a royal castle. I imagine, only more comfortable.