oooh, that looks spacious.

Me - *watching mom set up her headphone to her ipod* What? You're going to listen to that while Shaun of the Dead is on?
Mom - Yeah. I don't really like it.
Me - WHAT. You don't like this movie?
Mom - Eh. It's okay. It's more for the younger generation.
Me - Is not. Anybody could love this movie. An eighty-year-old man could love this movie.
Mom - Yeah, if he's happy and fun-loving... Which I'm not.
Dad - *walks into the living room via his bedroom* What're we talking about?
Me - Shaun of the Dead.
Dad - Oh! I need to go get my headphones.

Last night/EARLY this morning me and Marina, after work, went out to eat.
Ate in my car.
Fun, seriously. We sat there for an hour, watching people, talking.
She's a good influence.
We talked about how our faces are in our pictures.
I never noticed I always do do the same expression... WHY DOESN'T ANYONE TELL ME THESE THINGS?
According to Marina, I'm this expression:
:|

Saw David Jack Bell at Target.
He also thinks I'm violent... I think he had been following my blog before I made it private.

ps - walked into the fitting room. saw some chick in a bikini.
I had a hard-on then felt guilty because she looked under 18, haha.