Things that irk me
I’m an interesting sort of person. Well probably not. But over the last few years I’ve come to realize something that I find interesting about myself.
In a crisis situation, I am your man. I will drive you to the hospital whilst maintaining fum small talk, clean up the meth explosion with a cheery disposition or recover from some balls crazy injury and I will remain cool as a paricularly mellow cucumber throughout the experience. I can handle the big shit.
But for some reason if I stub my toe, or I’m a little cold or I step in a puddle I will just disintegrate into the Littlest Bitch. I can’t fix this. I don’t have the power.
I’m going to see G.I. JOE tomorrow. I can hardly wait to wake up and watch its Wayons covered glory. The only thing better than a bad, bad, terribly bad action movie starring Dennis Quaid is a bad, bad, utterly incomprehensible action movie starring Nicholas Cage. I really wish they’d team up for like the Gay Parent Trap II But With Guns or Something. Yeah…
