Next Up.

This is not a depressing post.
I'm not going to share my feelings.

Because.


I don't give a fuck.

Pardon my French.

I watched two movies recently.
That Daddy Yankee movie (courtesy of the salon I go to)
&
No Country For Old Men (clap it up for Netflix).
One was corny, the other was the total opposite.
Guess.
No Country For Old Men was great. Grrreat.
The way it was shot was incredible, but there was one thing I couldn't stop thinking about.
The antagonist didn't scare me.
At all.
And at some points... I didn't think he was all that crazy.
I've never found any Villain to be intensely insane or horrifying to the highest extent...
So.
Daddy Yankee.
He's cute. The movie was dumb. Life goes on.


College sucks major balls. It's boring. Some people are great, others are a little on the slow side. But. Hey. It's Community College.
What can I expect.
Not much.
But what I receive...
a GPA of 3.4
Eh.
I'll try harder? Nah.


If it's broken don't fix it. But. I'm broke. And I need fixing.

I asked for suggestions and I got two.
One I will write about/state.
I love V. Guerrero.

And the other. For the sake of material or lack there of,
I don't think I can elaborate on it.
The topic suggested was Gay Llamas & Cheetos.

-_-


Complimentary parting gifts.

1. All or Nothing by The Foreign Exchange
2. Nothing Like It by Beanie Sigel

P.S. You're still on a pedestal.