Not only did they hit the seats, talk incessently, but they had the gayest ringtone I've ever heard.

War of the Worlds did NOT need their assistance, as the movie was already headed onto my "should have waited for cable" list...

On a related note: I am like a little scared rabbit when it comes to talking to strangers, crippling cowardess. It's a combination social anxiety disorder and the fear of getting hit over the head with a blunt object. That is changing, slowly, but it is changing.

Justin | 12:59 AM