Just when I thought I could retreat back into my own private Idaho* of solitude, isolation, and general self-loathing, He gave me a gentle roundhouse kick to the ass with a reminder: I can't do that, I need friends. Thanks for your help tonight, Johny.**
Speaking of ass-kicking, I've been planning a marathon screening of movies featuring the guy that is among the best in that category: Jason Bourne. This Saturday, starting at 12:00PM, I'll be showing this:
and finally this:
Pretty hardcore, eh? I wonder if anyone will show up. It's alright, I'll enjoy them by myself. Oh, it's a vicious cycle.
*no, you da ho.
**Where are my glasses?!
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