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So last night as Hubby and I were enjoying are final hours of free Showtime we caught the last hour of Super Size Me. Oh this movie. Hubby and I went and saw it in an artsy Theatre call The Avon when it was out originally so we have already seen it, but somehow forgot the nuances of the movie that make you never want to eat again. The movie is fabulous and horrible all at once. Fabulous because instantly you are kicking yourself for letting this Morgan guy beat you to that great idea. The horrible because then Morgan falls apart and you start to think that you feel sick all the time too because of food too. Every time I watch the movie I hate Mcdonald's more and I swear off fast food. Last time it lasted about a week, we shall see what happens this time. You must know that my Hubby is very easily drawn in by the siren that is Burger King. I think the perfect diet is to watch this movie every day for a month and then you will never eat that shit again. Let's not forget the terrifying and constant clown images. These scare the crap out of me while Hubby regards them as fine art. Here's a great diet: Eat something you shouldn't and a clown jumps out at you and shoves balloon animals down your throat. I would be 120 pounds just in time for some serious therapy.
I got cut off on the way to work by a Mercedes. Why is it that if a 1984 Plymouth cuts me off I chuck the bird and get on with my life but when it is a car that cost more than $60,000 I want to chase down and beat the shit out of the driver? This might be the plight of the have-nots striking out against their oppressors or something like that.
Hubby's got a baseball blog called 108 stitches. The name was my brilliant idea thankyouverymuch! He asked if I wanted to post at all to round out the whole Redsox/Yankees thing. I am still thinking about it. It would certainly kick his readership up a notch now wouldn't it?