My New Years resolution was to get back to writing, does it count if it's within 3 months? I can tell I'm rusty as my hands literally flake over the keyboard. Okay, they're not literally flaking, but I can hear them creaking.
Life update: I am employed, but I have strict rules about talking about my job on a public forum. For example Rule number 1: Don't talk about it. See? I've already broken it.
I am still living with my parents.
I am not dating anyone.
My parent's house is on the market and we have three dogs who would scare away any potential buyers. On days that there are multiple showings we don't have much choice in what we can do besides shove our four legged friends into my mom's car and drive around for hours on end. Sometimes I'll abandon ship and go do my own thing. Like today I went to see a movie by myself for the second time in my whole life. (The first time was also during a long ass day of dog hair circulating in very small quarters. I saw Warm Bodies)
Today I saw Oz.
How do I describe it? Predictable? Bland? Those are good words. The 3D was wasted. The acting was strong, I thought the writing and story was where it fell flat. Old jokes were recycled, like the old I'm-drowning-but-not-really gag.
The laptop is about to die, so I'll leave it here for now. There will be more about it later. Maybe. Maybe some will read that too? Or this?
If ya are, have a hug. Unless you don't like people touching you so have a cookie. Unless you're on a diet, in which case I've got nuttin' for ya. Sorry.
