I'm home from work today and I just don't feel like talking about my sad and sorry life. Look at this funny picture I found instead...
This is me after a few drinks... you know, if I was climbing in the Italian Alps at the time. And I was a giant pink rabbit. Which, for those of you who haven't met me, I'm actually not.
You want to see something else I found that's funny? The fattest cat ever! Don't you kind of want to pick it up and squish it? He looks so mad, like he's thinking, "Put me down Japanese man. You're not the boss of me! I'm PHAT with a PH!" I always thought my friend Adriana had the fattest cat ever when we were in high school. His name was George and he was HUGE and not very friendly but she loved him and she used to get me Christmas presents and sign the card from him. He almost always got me socks.
I saw this article on MSN this morning. I have to say I am NOT ready for this movie. Does everyone else agree? It all happened like 5 years ago. I'm not ready to see a movie about it. I'm just not. Victims' families have already seen the movie and most of them are very supportive of it. But, I don't know, it's all too weird for me. It's not history for me yet. I don't know if that makes sense. Oliver Stone is making a movie about it, too. It's kind of freaking me out.
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