Don't you judge me! Its been a long day. I wanna go home. And sleep. And no amount of "Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman" (awesomely bad though it undoubtably is) will move me on this. And I still have an hour to go. I'm freaking pissed. And I haven't been to the movies for a while, so I've got no movies to blab about. Quick tip: Men, refer to your lady's hot legs as nice "gams" or "stems". Why did this slang leave us? Who knows. Oh, I went to a sweet Detroit Cobras concert the other night. They rock so much. Badass, all the way.
Which reminds me about what I wanted to post on... William Atherton! I was thinking about this; don't you think he's the nonstop ultimate when it comes to smarmy adult eighties villians? (James Spader cornered the teen market on smarm) Anyway, I think he's effing brilliant in Real Genius and Ghostbusters and Die Hard. So here's to you William Atherton. With love.


