I think it's funny that Justin and I can go into the same Barber shop, go to two different barbers, tell them two different things...and yet we both leave with the same hair cut and the same vague feeling that we had just been molested.

Justin, as always, looks totally hot and happenin', however, I look like refried crap. BUT seeing that I own a rubbermaid bin filled with hair product, I'm sure I'll be able to do something to myself to make me look hotter than a bowl of grits on a sunday morning.

The other day, Justin and I ventured to a BORDERS store so we could rejoice in the bookiness of it all. I ended up buying a self-help book entitled
"Children of the Self-Absorbed: A Grownup's Guide to getting over Narcissistic Parents"
which I found highly amusing because they seem to do a wonderful job describing my father to a T. I shall have to go through it with a Highlighter and take notes and report back on my findings (and don't think I won't)

Anyway, when we first walked into BORDERS there was a small woman in a wheelchair speaking loudly and in a high, mousy voice, to two people she had just met about two people that she didn't know but might know at some later point. Justin pointed to her and said:

"See that crippled midget in the wheel chair? She's a local celebrity. She has a late-night cable access show where she interviews people who've had problems and then over came those problems. So if you ever have a problem and you happen to over come it, you might possibly be able to be interviewed by a crippled midget in a wheel chair on a late-night cable access show."

"That's amazing." I breathed and stared in awe at the little woman, who was now flailing her arms about in the air and growling as the two people she had just met laughed nervously and shot scared glances at one another.

Reason #276 as to Why New Jersey is Better than Georgia: "Crippled Midgets in Wheel-Chairs interviewing people with problems."

Last night we all went to go see "The Last Samuri" which, as Justin mentioned, was one movie that Tom Cruise no doubt jumped right on because it would be one of very few movies in which he would be taller than all the other actors. Sadly enough, this was not the case and Mr.Cruise was still the short one of the bunch.

It was an okay movie, but not one that I would have normally gone out of my way to see. It was very pretty, which was nice because I like pretty things. On the whole, I only had a few problems with the movie...and they are as follows:

1. Tom's hair. It's long, yucky, limp and lifeless. Boo

2. Everyone in the movie had too nice teeth and way too little body hair for people living in the late 1800's.

3. At one point Tom is in a resturant and he gets up and implies that he's going to go to the bathroom by saying "I need to use the facilities" which is a phrase that I do not believe existed in 1876.

4. If Uma had been there in her little, Yellow Jump-suit...this movie would have been a hell of a lot shorter and bloodier, and therefore, better

So, in conclusion...Kill Bill ROCKS! WOOOOOOHOOOOO!!!