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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Sunday, December 11, 2005 |
| Is it sad that I can relate to a chicken? |
My little cousin has gone home, and I am now $60 poorer. Shit, kids are expensive. I took him to see Chicken Little last night. Cute movie, but I won't critisize the obvious and terrible attempts at pop culture (Oooh snap!) because A) it's a children's movie and B) I liked it. And to be completely and utterly honest, I cried a little in the beginning of the movie. I don't cry in movies (excluding The Notebook, but that's a whole other story), but the poor little chicken just couldn't get a break! I felt so bad for him; eventhough he had friends, he was so alone. I liked the pig though... he was so funny. "Guys... you go on without me... just leave me a flashlight... and some water... and some chips if you have any." The baseball annoucer was good too. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's just gibberish. Gibberish of an insane person." and "Ladies and gentlemen, I won't sugarcoat it; I've seen road kill with better reflexes." That definetly made up for the Spice Girls thing. No, I will not go into bad critic mode, I refuse to!
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About Me: You could be waiting for a day that won't come. And you could be so much more than you've become. And I have found my feet, 257 weeks. But you could be waiting for a day that won't come.
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