I went to a drive-in movie for the first time last night. It was fun. Legally Blonde was pleasantly better than I expected. It was fun. I was expecting it to be good in the “this is a horrible movie” sort of way, but actually it was good in the “this movie is pleasantly better than expected” sort of way.
You can’t shower after getting a perm. I don’t know how I know that, but I do. Everyone knows that, right?
The devolving quality of writing here reflects a genuine and deep stagnation in my inner monologue. I have yet to be in a situation where I have been able to think, “Ah ha! I have a titanium supercomputer in my backpack! Crisis averted!” But I’m convinced that situation will come up any day now and I’ll break out Regina and all will be right in the world.
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