I totally take back everything in my previous blog about being thankful that I can enjoy the luxury of eating Doritos in bed at 1am. I tried going to bed at midnight and wasn’t havin any of it so I got back up and realized I was hungry, so DUH I looked over at that stupid bag of Doritos and thought an encore presentation of the other night would kick ass. It didn’t kick ass… Now its 3:23AM and I’ve got a gut full of Doritos, am still not tired and this muh-fukker has sh#t to do tomorrow. I ain got time for this.
Instead of watching the inside of my eyelids so I have the necessary energy to start my day tomorrow, I’m sitting at my computer watching Slumdog Millionaire (not a camera-at-the-theater pirated version. that would be wrong. -I’m watching a DVD screener they give to critics that one of said critics’ assistants gave me).
I’ve always loved India ever since I was 5 and Rikki Tikki Tavi and the Jungle Book were my favorite toons to watch on the VHS machine. I still love it. and if I were a friggin slumdog on the streets of Bombay, instead a douche ass suburban upper middle class white kid in America, I wouldn’t have the stupid option to gorge myself on chips at 3am and life would be better.
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