[Insert Rap Here]

I’m addicted to “High-five and snap”. Honestly, it’s really captivating. Just recently, I helped a passenger and he was so darn happy he said “High five!” I almost wanted to scream “AND SNAP!” But nah, you know professionalism and all.. (I snapped under the table)

I can’t really remember the last time I had fun. I have too many reservations. Or do I? Anyways, I’m appallingly broke. It’s like what the hell happened? Maybe I’ll spend the next off day, going to the library or a leisurely walk around my beautiful neighborhood. I’m being sarcastic, yes. Uhhhh..

How do I fill the emptiness I feel? It’s tugging at me. The gaping-ness of it is just too painful. When shitty things happen, they just flood on through. I’m tired of my own complaints. And I’m pretty sure others are too. So I’ve decided not to anymore. When I remember though. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna do anything about it. Let’s not have expectations. It makes me edgy and I become not me.

I may not be on time but.. Kick Arse is awesome. I’m just gonna go ahead and adopt Hit-Girl. And I’m gonna love her till she likes ponies and rainbows. Yes I have that power. I get pleasure from movies displaying true justice. Just the way they beat the hell out of those bad guys, who cares if they play dirty. Kick the balls! Kick the balls! Like “Taken”, just sick ass kicking stuff.
Watched “Date Night” too. It was okay. A little too family-comedy for me but its tolerable on a day when I just want an ‘easy’ movie. I’ve always liked Tina Fey.





Sleep-deprived.