Ramblings & Grahamblings

I'm posting quickly while dinner nukes in the microwave.

First thing, an observation...I don't know how many of you have heard country music described as "the music of pain"? Well, I have. I usually disagree, like most genres I find a great deal of country to be a display of great talent.
Country music is the music of pain when you can hear it all over your apartment and you're playing Darren Hayes at your computer's highest volume. God damn, neighbors, what big speakers you have.
It used to be our upstairs neighbors were the only noisy ones -- and we're fine with noisy neighbors because we are too -- but I'm not fine with hearing some screeching harpy sing about her dead puppy and how every rose has its thorn. (Usually a good song, but the singer of this version was craptastical...)

Anyways...I am the proud owner of John Tucker Must Die. This means I now own all three movies that my friends and I have decided are necessary for a Bitch Slap Movie weekend (Mean Girls, Saved!, and John Tucker Must Die). I kind of wish I knew of a college-aged movie that was similar....alas, I don't.

I also bought Basic Plumbing 3, which for the most part is (as far as I'm concerned) a no-name cast....excepting of course, Roman Heart, Erik Rhodes, and Christian Owen. It's a damn good porn despite the fact that I only know who three people in it are.

Anyways, microwave is beeping and I'm starving and off to rehearsal!!!!!

I'll update you on further drama from the day job when I return! (Because I didn't have enough reasons to quit before...)