bitterdiva

Go Santos! Go Jesus!

Last evening Kris and I went to the video store to rent School of Rock, but alas they were all out. Our first pick was an anime by Katsuhiro Ôtomo but Kris believes it had just his name on it and not by him. Then I decided to go with Lost in Translation, but being the indecisive lass I always am, continued searching throughout the early releases and found exactly what I was looking for, Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter.

Those wacky Canadians with low budgets and too much free time on their hands. This movie has it all: a Frank Zappa look-a-like comparing your soul to an empty house, lesbian vampires, a luchador, and a battle with a mad doctor using sausage links for intestines. I laughed so hard, I believe I damaged my throat more than normal coughing.

It was a good evening other than the fact that our downstairs neighbors were partying it up and one guy was screaming anti-gay obscenties to someone encouraging a brawl at 3 in the morning. I understand the need to be drunk, hells I enjoy the feeling of disconnection and inhibitions when I drunk, but there's no need to be standing on the front porch screaming hateful obcenities at your hosts neighbor at the top of your lungs. I should have called the 5-0 on his ass and potentially have the neighbors removed from pestering us.

I don't mind people, as long as their civil and don't fuck shit up. The grass on the poor backyard is completely destroyed because of these numbnuts parking their asses there. Spring + rain + yards != pavement. It's sad to see what they've done to the grass by the numerous tire tracks digging into the earth because they're dumb enough not to realize the ground is muddy. The landlord should fine them, I don't think there will be pinicing out there this summer, or having a garden either with that shit.

09:02 AM

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