Jeff: "Wow, was he silent?"

Grace: "Not after I got thru with him."

-Grandma's Boy

Yeah, there is nothing like coming home after a long run on the treadmill after a drive from Indiana only to end it all by laying there watching an okay stoner flick like Grandma's Boy. There is something special about seeing our older generation cuss like Mama Partridge talking about handjobs. Then again, I seriously love monkeys that can play video games.

Oh, monkeys! I so love monkeys! I'm still loving that episode from the little seen X-Files spinoff, The Lone Gunmen, while at Sara's. I had heard of this little seen gem of a show that got canceled far too fast as all intellectual tv shows go. The talking chimpanzee that enjoys sounding like a British male was nice. I'm thinking that The Lone Gunmen can also be seen with a bud. We'll call her "Mary Jane." Monkeys!

As I said, I have no idea why I am still awake. My body is just kapoot as of now while I did tell Sara that I wasn't going to do an entry tonight. Pish tosh! I couldn't help but notice my favorite stalker reading my diary.

*Waves*

Over 29 minutes on just 2 entries! Am I special or something? Do I write the moset amazing craptastic paragraphs filled with words n' stuff? Whoever you are, I'd like it if you'd say hi instead of running off to hide behind your couch.

Just why does a person do it? You know the little man in your head telling you to take a nap? Mine has a megaphone but I just say no. As much as I wish I could take a nap, I enjoyed watching X-Men 2 with Sara in her bed all while hitting the gym to say goodbye to my fellow workout partner, Cass. Just a huffin' and a puffin' away in front of the TVs, and even my best time yet on the treadmill.

See? Sometimes, you never know what you are capable of til you do it. Put me in front of CNN and I could run all day. And for long time readers, no, I did not fart by accident on the treadmill. I had 2 chicken sandwiches and no reason to toot.

Of course, Mother's Day has passed and my mom told me how much she loved the little book with pictures of sleeping puppies. Hell, even I fawned over them while making sure no fights happened over the dinner plates since alpha Yorkies can be very pushy as to who gets to eat more.

You know what's nice? Sara's mom made dinner for me on Sunday and it was so good. It's this recipe for homemade mac' n' cheese she does that drives me nuts. Must be the pepper jack cheese since it's got a small kick on each bite. To make it even more orgasmic? Baked chicken with mushrooms on top. Oh, I just had a great ol' time on Mother's Day with Sara's parents right before descending downstairs to watch Brokeback Sopranos.

Maybe the Christian freaks are right. Gayness spreads. Who cares? It's fucking fun to watch large Italian guys kissing big strong firefighters and get all emotional over dinner. Comfort food is good prior to a mustache ride. Sara thinks that the gayest Soprano character is Adrianna, Christopher's ex-fiancee. Those of us that are caught up more than her (she's only on Season 4 or 5) know why that doesn't make sense at this point.

Why does Detroit get to have the X-Men sequel play this week? I hate having to wait much longer as I'm hoping with all my Hollywood persuasion powers that Bret Rattner directed it right. Style is nice but I want substance when it comes to characters I grew up with. How many are gonna miss Nightcrawler? Me, me, me!

It's sad how obsessive I'm becoming towards this X-Men sequel but I can't help it. Each Wednesday finds me in a major debate with a nerd, geek, dork, or various other losers over what is about to be unveiled nationwide May 26th. Last year may have been the year of dorks while this year there is hardly a thing to chirp about. The video game babes were ordered to cover up at the recent convention. Lara Croft in clothes that don't accentuate major titty-playtime while pants that don't shout about a major camel toe? That's like a porno without a cum shot or a haunted house with a chandelier. They don't belong.

Other than that, I'm going to fall asleep after reading some more of this "The Haunting Of Alaizabel Cray" by Christopher Wooding. Nice book as it's drawn me in quite quickly after Sara recommended it last night. Chapter 6 is about to be finished as the wych-hunter continues his battles in London.

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