Why Some People Commit Crime (or I am a CRUEL BITCH)

...Prolly because they had annoying housemates.

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In my case, one of the perks of living away from home is... well, living away from home!

One of the porks (and the worst one) is having to live with my Tweedledum and Tweedledee. Tweedledum would be a blood relative, and Tweedledee is Tweedledum's friend (i.e. when they're not complaining against each other behind their backs).

This particular night, they're watching White Chicks, for the second time in less than 24 hours! What's the diff? Tweedledum's boyfriend (referred to as TheUglyOne[TUO] from now on and in future entries) is watching it with them.

Well, yea. White chicks is a laughtrip. It's actually a nice film, especially when you dont want to exhaust more than 5 brain cells to enjoy it. But it's prolly the worst film on earth when its being shown volume-full-blast as yer trying to study for yer hard(!) organic chem exam, writing yer polsci paper, etc. How thoughtful of them.

And they're all laughing like its the funniest thing in the world?! Hullo?! Haven't they looked in the mirrors lately? or reflected on their lives? Now, those stuff are rrreally funny. not to mention pathetic.

Hello? Aren't my neon green note-filled index cards obvious? Well, both have less than 20/20 vision, and the film must be slowly killing their brain cells... BUT STILL!!!

grrr...

somebody hand me a tranquilizer. or better yet, a Magnum.