Ugh. I should have started that guest posting thing yesterday because my brain is just not functioning. Too many decongestants does not do a body good. In fact, it specifically does a blog bad.
Hey, did somebody say "bad?" Did you mean SUPERBAD?
Because, if you did, I can totally talk about that movie for about an hour. I loved it!
Yep, I made another mad solo dash to the movies this weekend and found myself smack dab in the middle of a theater full of teenage boys laughing about penis jokes. And, yes, I was right there with them, laughing along and thoroughly enjoying my nachos and big ole vat of Coke. Okay, I was mostly cringing and shaking my head in embarrassment, but I thought it was hilarious. And I'm going to marry Michael Cera (he plays Evan, the one on the right in the poster), who used to be on Arrested Development, which I adored.
Oh, and McLovin. Seriously. McLovin.
Maybe it was those damn decongestants. Well, if ya'll give me another smackdown over my taste in entertainment, then I'll know it really was the decongestants. I've been high for about a week now.
Wait, should I be able to taste the colors in Elijah Wood's outfit while he's doing the "Puppet Master" dance? No? This is a problem? Should call doctor? Penis jokes not really funny?
Man, I need to get off these meds. OTC meds, but meds nonetheless. I'm starting to think that the combination I'm taking might break down into basically, say, Ecstasy in my system. There is a distinct possibility that I'm on smack right now and I don't even know it.
So, the whole point of this post (ha. a point. right.) is to say thank you to all of ya'll for offering to guest post this week and next. I have a virtual roster full of fabulous bloggers lined up and am in the process of mapping out how to make it work right now. Given my current state of incoherence, that is almost a joke. Except it won't be when ya'll start receiving my emails and can't figure out why I'm telling you that your guest author password smells like blue.
God speed, ya'll.
McLovin. Just because I like to say it. And I like to look at it. Hence, the pictures. McLovin.
God, I swear I was smarter, like, a week ago.
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