You know how some people keep the corks from their wine bottles in a fancy bowl or huge jar in their kitchen? I don’t do that. I’m not much of a wine drinker. What I do keep are ticket stubs from when I go to the movies. I even have a handy little book specifically made for said ticket stubs. I just added my latest entry from my Thursday movie
I know we are all basking in the glorious confusion of the news that Hotter Than Crap Brad Womack is our season 463 Bachelor. I can certainly talk about his abs and eyes for days. Believe me. But I’m afraid I need to talk about an equally hot guy. I’ve got two words for you: Tad Hamilton. Warner Bros was cool enough to invite me to be a screening partner
Not only is the werewolf literally hotter than Edward (from a blood perspective), the feedback from the majority of audience members during the 7:30 showing of Eclipse at my local multiplex last night was inexplicably TEAM JACOB. For every 20 Jacob t-shirts, sweat shirts and homemade water bottles (what?), there was only one Edward representation. Let’s put the evidence of said paraphernalia aside for a moment and examine the REAL
Remember back in November when I asked you guys if I should go see Dear John? Well last weekend I did. And if you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you would have seen from my tweet and status update that I came away, once again, with the knowledge that Channing Tatum is hotter than crap. The movie was okay. He cried better than I thought he would. But being
Perhaps, “Let’s Netflix some movies” is a better song to sing since I can’t drive for another 10 days. It’s killing me people. Not being able to drive is about as annoying as not being able to take a bath. Lord knows I know what THAT feels like too! Fingers crossed that tomorrow my doctor will let me get the stitches wet and I can live a normal bubble bath
