Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left.
I returned Love, Actually to Netflix the other day, and I got an email today telling me that they're sending me Monty Python and The Holy Grail.
I'd forgotten I even put it in my queue. Needless to say, I am very excited. I'm sure most of you are thinking, "Wait, Christina doesn't already own that movie? It's one of her favorites." And my reply is, "I know! What is with that? I should probably just buy it already." Honestly, I don't really know why I haven't bought it yet. I think I just keep hoping that my parents will buy it for me for my birthday or Christmas or something, since it goes on my list of things I want every year. I don't know. Maybe they just can't read.
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You know what I hate? When someone is in your bathroom stall. You know. The stall you always use when you go to the bathroom at work. Then one day you go in there and someone is using it. And you're like, "Well, shit. How am I supposed to pee now?" Then you have to use a different one, and you feel all off and uncentered. I hate feeling uncentered when I pee. Please tell me I'm not the only one. God, I probably am. This is a sign that I have some sort of mental problem, isn't it. Some sort of mental peeing bathroom problem. I bet I can blame it on my childhood though. Something to do with my mom and potty training that I've repressed because it's so traumatic. It wouldn't surprise me.
I'd forgotten I even put it in my queue. Needless to say, I am very excited. I'm sure most of you are thinking, "Wait, Christina doesn't already own that movie? It's one of her favorites." And my reply is, "I know! What is with that? I should probably just buy it already." Honestly, I don't really know why I haven't bought it yet. I think I just keep hoping that my parents will buy it for me for my birthday or Christmas or something, since it goes on my list of things I want every year. I don't know. Maybe they just can't read.
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You know what I hate? When someone is in your bathroom stall. You know. The stall you always use when you go to the bathroom at work. Then one day you go in there and someone is using it. And you're like, "Well, shit. How am I supposed to pee now?" Then you have to use a different one, and you feel all off and uncentered. I hate feeling uncentered when I pee. Please tell me I'm not the only one. God, I probably am. This is a sign that I have some sort of mental problem, isn't it. Some sort of mental peeing bathroom problem. I bet I can blame it on my childhood though. Something to do with my mom and potty training that I've repressed because it's so traumatic. It wouldn't surprise me.