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[24 Jan 2007|10:51pm]
So I've been catching moments of American Idol and I've come to the conclusion that it's a very sad show, especially in the beginning when all of the mentally handicapped, borderline retarded, and generally unstable, delusional people flock to the auditions and get ripped a new one. I don't like watching those auditions...it makes me extremely uncomfortable.

I once knew a girl who worked at Vons. She was a bagger who thought a good career move would be to transfer to the bakery and work as a cake decorator. She worked really hard to bake a cake and decorate so she could bring it in to the bakery department to prove that she was qualified. Only problem is, the cake she decorated looked like shit...but she was unaware of that fact (the only way I know for a fact that it was awful is that a friend of mine got a look at the cake before she took it in). I'm sure if you asked her, the cake looked fantastic. So she took it in to the bakery and they decided not to offer her a position, and she was SHOCKED. SHOCKED and outraged that she didn't get the job.

This person has to be probably the dumbest person I have ever met, and I mean that. Her IQ was probably hovering around 80. So she wasn't quite retarded, but not quite normal. I'm pretty sure that she has a lot in common with these Idol entrants...they can never seem to get anywhere in life and they can't figure out why. It's sad really and I don't want to watch their delusional bubbles get popped (whether they know they're being popped or not).

Okay, okay, I must admit that I enjoy a certain amount of schadenfreude with this person. She's dumb, doesn't know it, and inflicts it on other people almost maliciously. I have little tolerance for that. I guess I'm a dick afterall!
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[21 Nov 2006|10:48pm]
So I've been neglecting my livejournal. I've had plenty of interesting (well at least to me) thoughts, but just not the motivation to write them down. So doomed they have been and probably will be to be released into the atmosphere and never to be heard from again. There will be nothing deep or introspective today.

So I'm really into The Office right now. I haven't had such a bizarre, almost obsessive connection with a show, namely the two main characters, since The X-Files and Mulder and Scully.

Ah, Jim and Pam. Unrequited love. So painful to watch. The writers and the actors really do a fantastic job of bringing it painfully to life.

So beyond my Office addiction, I reckon I can't complain too much about life. Work is work and is still going swimmingly. Home life is good. The living situation with Rachelle is working out great so far. My only current dilemmas are deciding where to go during my upcoming vacation and what to buy people for Christmas.

I jumped onto the Harry Potter bandwagon about 6 years late, but I've already finished the first 2 books and have jumped over to the fourth. After reading the books and watching the movies, I must say that I am fairly disappointed with the first two movie adaptations. The Prisoner of Azkaban is brilliant though.

Thanksgiving should be interesting this year. My literally crazy cousin from Mexico City will be visiting with my grandma. So I'm doing dinner with them at 3:00pm, which should prove to be very entertaining; he's basically a 51-year-old man child which really annoys my grandma, and she does NOT let him forget it. I believe last year they got into a heated argument about him putting syrup on his bacon, and another one about him taking the last tortilla, which ended with my 93 year old grandma in tears. Ah, good times. If only I had an alcoholic uncle, this Thanksgiving would be perfect!
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Sliding Doors sucks [02 Oct 2006|03:55pm]
[ mood | curious ]

It's Sunday night, my lunch is made, my clothes are washed, and I have nothing to do but kick back and relax on my new memory foam mattress pad. I could read a book, find something on tv, or pop in one of my Netflix movies that have been sitting around for a couple of weeks and that I'm less than excited about.

I choose the latter. First I pop in a movie called Storytelling with Selma Blair, but it turns out that I'm not that in the mood for some dark, fucked up drama starring Selma Blair with pink hair. I eject that disc and look around in vain for A Very Long Engagment, which is nowhere to be found. Option #3 is Sliding Doors, which after thinking about for a while, turned out not to be entirely a waste of 1 hour and 39 minutes of my time for one simple reason: as a new rule I can save myself some time and disappointment by avoiding all movies where Gwenyth Paltrow plays any significant role. All I can say is what a dud.

I know that I am about 8 years late with my review of Sliding Doors, but I'm going to write one anyway, not that anyone cares.

So here's my first complaint: Gwenyth Paltrow.
Right now I can't think of a worse actress. She's boring and stiff and besides The Royal Tenenbaums, I can't think of one movie where I actually gave a damn about her character. In Sky Captain I wanted to punch her out throughout the entire movie and when Jude Law actually did, I did a little cheer in my head, maybe even outloud. There are lots of bad actresses, but what really makes me mad about her is that she gets lot of roles in movies that people would otherwise call good, and also that she seems to be somewhat of a highly regarded acrtress. She is a phony. HOW DOES SHE FOOL PEOPLE INTO BELIEVING THAT SHE CAN ACTUALLY ACT?!?!?! Wes Anderson has been the only director who has been able to do anything with this broad. He used her emptiness to his advantage and crafted a great character.

Besides that horrible casting, the movie had a few other major flaws, namely the script and the stupid climax of the whole bloody thing.

The script was one of the kinds where you think they are saying wonderfully profound, whitty things with every breath, but when you stop to think about it, it all means nothing, and it's all just a waste of time. This movie had a great concept (the what if's in life) without any creativity or life. I can't remember one thing the characters said to one another besides that lame running joke about "nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition." In another movie that may have been funny or quirky, but in this one it was neither. The characters flapped their lips a lot, but nothing substantial or funny came out. It's like the words were just a filler in the great concept of the movie. It's like the scripwriter said "Words? Who cares about the words?!" I say fuck that. Without clever words, a movie is JUNK.

So my other major complaint about the movie is the ending. So in the movie, there are essentially 2 sets of every character because of the parallel storylines. At the end of the movie, we discover that both Gwenyth's are pregnant (by their different beau's in each life) AND that her boyfriend's mistress in one of realities is pregnant too. I mean COME ON. These are 3 sucessful women who aren't stupid who are dating men who are not stupid. What are the odds that all 3 of them would have unwanted pregnancies (both Gwenyth's and the mistress)? Even if all 3 of them hadn't been using birth control, I doubt that there could be 3 pregnancies, so to me it seemed a bit too contrived, not to mention lame.

I found myself watching this movie in the same way that I watched Patch Adams..at a distance and with "Who gives a fuck?" floating around my noodle. My masochistic side comes out when I watch bad movies. The only time I emoted at all during Sliding Doors was at the end when I laughed when the two Gwen's simultaneously get hit by a van and fall down the stairs. Bad movies make me a bad person.

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Braids! [12 Sep 2006|08:43pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

After a 16-hour marathon of pure, unadulterated torture on Saturday, I finally have my hair braided. I must admit that I didn't know how I felt about them after I saw them for a couple of reasons -- 1) I'm racially a little ambigious, and I like it like that, but with the braids, people now will identify me with one ethnic group that I may or may not completely identify myself with (groups of people generally make me very nervous), and 2) it's a complete image overhaul, which isn't a bad thing, but I and others are used to seeing me a certain way, and long braids halfway down my back is quite different than my usual blah hair. But so far so good. People seem to be reacting very well to it and I have yet to be pulled over by the cops, dragged out of my car and beaten.

Braids are awesome at keeping my head well ventilated. I've noticed that I stay more comfortable during my workouts and driving down the freeway with my windows open feels pretty awesome.

Rachelle decided to get a fish tank. She set it up yesterday and got a "starter fish", some fish that acts as like a canary in a cole mine basically. The fish's job is to make sure that the water is liveable for your real fish -- if the fish dies than something's wrong. I must say that this is the most agitated fish that I have ever seen. It does the fish equivalent of pacing back and forth really quickly in it's tank, like something that you would see in a psych ward. I did just feed it and it seems to have calmed down for the moment. Mmmmmm...freeze dried bloodworms.

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Test [11 Sep 2006|04:21pm]

SeattleVancouver1 151, originally uploaded by bethanyholmes.

I'm trying something new with my blog. I'm connected flickr.com to it in attempt to add some interest to my blog. Not that anyone reads it though.

This is my mom's dog Simon. If he were a human, he would be Sir Ian McKellen.

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[08 Sep 2006|08:38pm]
PICTURES!
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[14 Aug 2006|11:47am]
In a Past Life...

You Were: A Forlorn Herbalist.

Where You Lived: Cyprus.

How You Died: Killed in Battle.
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[11 Aug 2006|08:32am]
[ mood | weird ]

The temp is now gone. My boss ended his assignment after I told her about his comments. She said that she was getting a weird vibe from him too. Apparently everyone here (except for me and my boss) really liked him, but then again the people who worked with Ted Bundy were shocked to find out that he was a homicical psychopath. He smiled a lot and always had something uber-friendly to say, but behind the eyes there was something not right going on. And to have no sense about what NOT to say at work after being graduated from college for 13 years...unbelievable.

I have a pretty good instinct about people and this guy was driving my little sixth sense bonkers. After my boss called the temp agency to tell them to end his assignment, she was worried that he may do something weird so she drove me to my car, and in case he showed up on Thursday morning, she was here very early. She felt his nutty aura too. Combine his innapropriate comments with the fact that he was 35, a supposed college graduate, and still a temp, we can only deduce that there is something very wrong with him. And I'm sure his past employers have all agreed, which is why he's still a temp.

It boggles my mind how some people can be so strange. What is wrong with people?! And I thought that *I* was poorly socialized.

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[07 Aug 2006|06:41pm]
The latest addition to my temp saga.

Today I'm sitting at my desk, and he comes up to me and gets kinda close and says "If I call my denstist and they get me in, can I leave? My tooth just fell out." And then he proceeds to open up his spit covered hand and show me his corroded tooth. I just about died. How GROSS is that?! I don't know which grossed me out more, the nasty crown or his spitty hand. All I know is that I ordered a can of lysol from the warehouse so that I can disenfect his office and keyboard.

It's kind of exciting having this guy around. You never know what sort of inppropriate thing he's going to do next.
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I'm over temps [04 Aug 2006|04:13pm]
Why are temps so wierd?! For anyone who has ever worked in an office, you know what I'm talking about.

We've had a string of 3 strange temps since I've been here at UCSD. The last two make the first one look downright normal. I wish I had appreciated him while he was here. The best thing about him? You only had to tell him ONCE how to do something. I know I'm not the best communicator in the world, but when I have to tell someone 3 or 4 times how to do something very simple that they should have written down the first effing time, there's a problem. The problem being that you should know that you are not going to remember and that you therefore need to write it down. I think being smart doesn't always mean knowing everything, it means being able to recognize your weaknesses and cover them up. Don't lay all your cards out. You need to be able to psych people out so that they don't know the full extent of your retardedness. This is a trick that I use on a daily basis.

The temp we have now is so needy. He has a nervous energy around him, like a shaky chihuahua. "Do you have anything for me to do?" "Do you have anything for me to do?" For the love of Christ, learn to pace yourself and keep yourself busy!! Being in my face all the time making more work for me is not going to gain yourself any favor. He doesn't write anything down, he doesn't have a list of projects that he's doing so he forgets stuff all the time, he's like 35, a college graduate (supposedly), and has no skills (or business etiquette). How can you be 35, a college graduate, and have no skills?!

In addition to his nervousness, he must make AT LEAST 3 inappropriate comments/jokes a day (it's probably a result of his nervousness). He likes to tell me that the warehouse delivery guy has a crush on me. He must see that it makes me uncomfortable, and yet he still does it.

Also, the other day I commented that I was really tired, and he made a joke about me drinking a 12-pack all by myself, and when I told him that I don't drink, he asked me if I smoke pot. EXCUSE ME?! A) You are at work and B) You don't know me.

Yesterday I was in his office talking about our interns or something and out of the blue he says "Who was that stunning woman in here today?" I had to ask him to repeat the question because I did not trust that I had heard him right because who would ask something like that at work? Gross dude.

Today the inappropriate comment that comes to mind happened just a few minutes ago. Today has been a little bit of a rough day for him. Some mistakes that he made earlier in the week when he was covering for me came to light, so I went into his office to make sure that he was okay. I asked him if I could clarify anything for him or if he had any questions, and he said "Why am I still single?" What do you say to that? All I said was, "Um, we're not going to go there."

Icky. He's a little perv.

So here's my theory on why temps are so sucky. The good ones get taken very quickly and held on to and then perhaps made permanent, thus removing them from the temp pool, while the crappy ones get thrown back into the pool time after time, leaving us poor bastards with staffing issues out of luck; we're left to try and deal with people with no common sense, no work ettiquette, no computer skills, or pretty much any skills of any kind. Sometimes having just a warm body in the chair is not good enough.

Not all temps are bad. I can understand young temps. Shoot, it's hard out there..it's hard to get your foot in the door with a company. A lot of the young temps that I've worked with have been great. But when you start seeing the older temps...you have to wonder what decisions they've made in their lives that have led them to this point. And you usually wonder that a lot when you're telling them for the 4th time where to file that paper.
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Blast from the Past [03 Aug 2006|01:43pm]
[ mood | crappy ]

Today is one of those days where I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. It's probably just a result of fatigue, lack of sleep, and a bad mood.

So I'm all moved in to the new place. I unpacked surprisingly quickly, but then again, my room is only 10x10, so there is no space for my furniture AND my boxes. So out of necessity I was forced to be unlazy.

I got a visit from an old friend yesterday, which was pretty wierd, but at the same time it was like he had never left my life. A mutual friend was in town and he happened to be staying with this old friend of mine, and the mutual friend wanted to hang out with me, so guess who came along for the ride. They came over and put on a little concert for me, complete with my favorite Kylie Minogue cover song. Then we played Fusion Frenzy and Halo 2 and I got my ass kicked up and down the block. I'm okay if I'm playing video games against my girlfriends or David, but when I play with a couple of boys my video game self-esteem gets crushed.

So I was reeling a little bit after the visit...it brought back a couple of uncomfortable feelings and memories, but I'm okay. We were civil to each other and caught up a little, but not too much.

I don't think we'll be talking again if there isn't an outside party there to facilitate something. I just don't have anything to say to him. We were unnatural friends who probably never should have been friends in the first place. I bid you and your 7th grade wardrobe good day sir!

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Oh my [28 Jul 2006|07:30am]
So it's been a crazy few weeks, both in the macro and micro perspectives of my world. In the micro persective, I'm in the middle of a move. Enough said. Everyone knows that moving is one of the most tedious and laborious processes known to man. I don't know how gypsies, nomadic tribes, or traveling salesmen do it.

I'm moving in with a friend of mine from high school. She's had a crappy roommate for about a year who is finally moving out. The timing couldn't have been better -- just in time for my mom to decide that she's moving yet again down to Imperial Beach. My life would be so much easier if I had stable parents.

Anyway, this is a great opportunity for me to finally get my freedom. My family literally makes me insane. If my dad knew what was good for him, he'd remove himself from them too because they do the same thing to him. They are freaks.

So on a macro perspective on my world I think the end is near. Next week I predict locusts. We've had the worst weather that I have EVER experienced in my 24 years here in San Diego. Last weekend it reached 113 degrees at my house. That's Las Vegas or Death Valley heat. Not San Diego heat. And on top of the soaring temps, we've had extreme humidity that just won't go away. Trying to breath outside is like trying to breathe underwater.

So there's the wacky weather, which I wouldn't be surprised is a result of global warming, which could kill us all and then there is the escalting Middle East situation. Could this be the beginning of WWIII? Could this be equivalent to the assasination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand? I'm scared. It's a really shitty situation, and I don't think I'm on the popular side of the American attitude toward all of this. (Note the sarcasm) Sure, Isreal, it's okay to pummel the shit out of a country because some group captured a couple of your soldiers. They hit a UN observation post the other day and killed like 4 UN people. Either that was a direct message to the UN that they can suck it, or they are just indiscriminately shooting at stuff, which would mean that there are a whole lot of innocent people getting effed in the process. So I'm not buying this idea that they are just going after Hezbolla and Hezbolla "strongholds." They are trying to teach this country a lesson. Hmmm...bullying used as a foreign policy...does that sound familiar to anyone?

Isreal has the right to "defend" themselves, but I think there is a line that has been crossed and the US is doing nothing to stop it. Great, we just created billions of more people who hate us even more. I don't think that's a great way to foster peace. We are so going to get it.

So far my young adult world is not off to a great start and I would bet money that things are only going to get worse for us. Depression anyone? If this is WWIII and we lose, China and Russia will make us their bitch and we will pay dearly. I think we are in the midst of a declining civilization. We are too busy with our heads up our ass trying to force the apocolypse rather than view our future on a grander-scale. Our economy is being artifically held-up at this point and our industries and technologies are becoming obsolete. But investing in research for alternative forms of energy, transportation, and conservation would be "bad" for the economy. Give me a fucking break. How stupid can people be to actually believe that.

If we ever get an adminstration that isn't a bunch of war-mongering, blood-thirsty jerk-offs, we should really just get a huge sign that says "Under New Management" and hang it up on the Statue of Liberty and hope that buys us a little good-will in the world. Turn after turn, they have just made one bad decision after another. Just when you think things couldn't get any worse, THEY DO.

I am so scared for us.

[end of rant]
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So I was thinking about your salvation and stuff... [20 Jul 2006|08:14pm]
[ mood | calm ]

So last week I'm at the lake, on the last leg of my walk when I spot about 100 yards away a couple of dudes wearing white button-up, short sleeve shirts and ties. Every human on the face of this planet knows what those white shirts and ties mean: Mormons . So I did what anyone might do in my situation, I ducked and covered. I assumed that if I walked by them they would accost me and ask me about my personal savior, and I really wasn't in the mood. I'll be honest, I'm never really in the mood for that. Anyways, so I took an alternate path, therefore bypassing the mormons. I didn't get a chance to see if they were just there on a pleasure tour, or if they were there on business. I figured that they must be there for business, because after walking all day, why would you go to the lake and walk for fun? But it just seemed too weird.

Today I'm at the lake at roughly the same time, and who do you think I spot again? That's right, the same couple of dudes in the white button-up shirts and ties. Apparently they've made Lake Murray their new "beat." But this time I have a little better vantage point on the blokes, so I'm able to acutally verify that those dudes are indeed all business. They separate and work the passing walkers, trying to pass off their white pamphlets detailing the pure bliss of their religions. My favorite was when one of them approached three young African, and by the way they were dressed, Muslim girls (I'm talking probably 12 or 13 years old). I guess even the young'uns need salvation too.

I don't want to be harrassed at the lake. When I'm there I'm in my own special little world, far from the solicitation of Christianity in any form. I give those guys credit for thinking outside the box, but really, being railroaded at the lake by missionaries is not cool.

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Man of Steel [05 Jul 2006|03:35pm]
So I saw the new Superman movie. On a scale of blah - a'ight, I give it an "mmmm". It was fun, though I would have liked it decidedly less if the actor playing Superman/Clark Kent hadn't been so goddamned hunky. Kate Bosworth was at about a "meh" level. She's no Katie Holmes, but Erica and I agreed that Rachel McAdams would have been a much more suitable/likeable Lois Lane. In fact, I've reshot all of the scenes in my head so when I think back to a scene she was in, she has been CGI'd out and Rachel McAdams has been CGI'd in.

The Fourth was rather uneventful. I saw the aforementioned movie, ate at Rubios, played some Scrabble, watched Dirty Jobs , took and nap, and awoke to the fireworks going off at around 9pm. I could use more days like that.
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Damn Liberals [13 Jun 2006|03:54pm]
Your Political Profile:
Overall: 20% Conservative, 80% Liberal
Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
Fiscal Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
Defense and Crime: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal
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[07 Jun 2006|08:12pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

Can someone tell me why Ann Coulter is such a flaming cunt?

Seriously, what is wrong with her? What kind of mental disorder does she have?!

The bitch ain't right.

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[31 May 2006|01:52pm]
I have been watching the lamest TV shows lately. I think it's all part of my getting older and dumber plan. It all started with The Apprentice and it was all downhill from there. I even watched a season of Survivor. I picked up American Idol, So You Think U Can Dance, and I even watched Last Comic Standing last night. I won't even get into my fascination with those tv judges. A note on Last Comic standing. That show sucks. The funniest guy never wins.

I guess I shouldn't feel too bad about being easily entertained lately. I mostly had just been avoiding going to the gym, cleaning, or doing anything more productive than blankly staring at the boob tube. I'll snap out of it.

Lately I've also had strong urges to cease all critical thinking. Having to fight through all of this crap that we hear on tv, read, and hear makes me feel like a trout swimming upstream. Sometimes I just want to say "Fine, George W. Bush, I believe you. Everything is peaches-and-cream. The economy is strong, freedom is great, and Iraq is 'turning a corner'." But then my more intelligent, less primitive side kicks in and tells me to get real. We must never let critical thinking die. If I learned anything in college, it's to always have your bullshit detector out and ready.
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Life only moves in one direction... [23 May 2006|09:51pm]
So things are going marginally well at the moment. After 3 years of languishing after college, life seems to be starting to congeal around me. After less than 2 months at UCSD, they are promoting me, which means I'll be moving into a full-time position. That in turn translates into a salary that I can actually [gasp] live on in San Diego and into some luscious resume tidbits in order to land a research job in a year or two, which will then lend me a better edge in grad school applications. Things are finally starting to make sense to me. Not completely, but I don't feel quite so lost right now.

I put my notice in at WIS. My last day will be on Thursday. I've spent the last couple of days there until after 7pm because there are so many ends to tie up before I leave. I feel compelled to get as much done as I can mostly so that my bosses don't get into my stuff after I leave and think that I made a mess of everything and wasn't doing my job. I don't want to go out like a chump. I'm just thankful that Stan is in China and Japan until next week. A) He's not here to pile the work on even thicker, and B) I won't have to deal with the good-byes. Stan and I aren't the best of friends and it would just be awkward.

I just can't wait to only have one job. I'll have so much time on my hands.

So it looks like I'm going to be moving out soon. I'll finally be leaving the "comfort" of my momma's house into an apartment of my own. No roommates. I told my mom that I would move out in August, so that gives me a couple of months to save up some cash and find a place. I can't wait. I just can't wait. Seriously, I can't wait.
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[18 May 2006|01:17pm]
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind.

I think I can only work one job today. I need to go home and bang my head against the wall. Maybe that will put things back into place.
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[14 May 2006|02:20pm]
[ mood | bitchy ]

People should never live with a married couple...especially if one of those married people is your brother. I've been listening to my sister-in-law scream at my brother for the past hour. I'm not her biggest fan in the first place, so hearing her screech the same shit over and over again is grating on my nerves ever so much. Apparently he told her that he would take her cousin and aunt out to lunch today for Mother's Day, and now he's saying he never said that. I say who would want to hang out with her trashy family anyway.

I'm going to do my best to find someone to marry who doesn't have a whole lot of family. Because you don't just marry the person, you marry the whole damn family. Seeing the extended family is great every few months, but anything more than that is overkill if you ask me. But then again, I am a cold, heartless bitch. I just hate people making a big deal over everything. It's like people insisting on having "girls-night" every week or any kind of time that you set aside for the sole purpose of "bonding." I find these things to be quite lame, forced, and meaningless. If you want to hang out with your friends who happen to be girls, then do it. If you want to hang out with your grandpa to get to know him better, then do it. But adding stupid labels to these things and trying to force meaning into situations is pointless. And it annoys me.

I didn't realize that I was in such a bad mood before I sat down to right this.

I started to seriously map out our journey to Arizona today. Here's the tentative, very loose itinerary:

Friday 26th: Leave SD around 2pm, arrive in Flagstaff around 11pm
Saturday 27th: Visit the Grand Canyon, go back to hotel in Flagstaff
Sunday 28th: Sightsee around Flagstaff area (Meteor Crater, Lowell Observatory, Montezuma Castle, Red Rock State Park, Oak Creek Canyon), drive to Phoenix, stay overnight
Monday 29th: Depart Pheonix in mid morning-afternoon and drive back to SD

It sounds like a pretty relaxing time. I get stressed out around new cities, and we'll be spending minimal time in the actual city, so my stress levels should be minimal. I would love to see NYC one day, but I think before I do that I should get a prescription for some Paxil. If Seattle and Vancouver had me on edge, then NYC would probably kill me.

So today is Mother's Day. I'm probably the only person in the world who got their mother a gift card to GameStop. She can't wait for the new Nintendo and PlayStation consoles to come out. My mother is a gamer.

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