hey u.s. postal service, hurry yer shit up

so i've been trying to be concious of my spending habits. pinch pennies, here and thurr. no lip gloss. no pizza (well, less pizza). turning down bar invites. you know, being smart. staying in bed, reading. lugging 30 packs of $11.99 pbr home from the cardinal vs. wicker park outings. whatever. i feel like even though i've got vaca in a week quickly approaching, i deserved a treat for myself. just cuz, whatever.

so sat night i bought me some movies. not just any  movies, mind you, but classic children's stories. movies i grew up with as a wee tyke and have instilled important life morals/themes. my mom didn't show me any of those faggy disney cartoons, mind you. she just gave the screaming mullet kid what she wanted. and what i wanted was greasy fried chicken, bags of candy, and horror films. so in honor of lil jodi and of my mom, i visited ole amazon.com and picked up the masters of horror: poltergiest (CAROL ANNE!), stephen king's cat's eye (THAT LIL TROLL JESTER DOLL RULEZ MA LYFE - and gets owned in a fan by the police 'every breath you take' - pure cinematic genius), basket case AND basket case 2. (cuz you know, half lumpy creatures that rape ladies and control their siamese twin pretty much deserve to rule the world).

NOW THAT POST MAN NEEDS TO HURRY HIS ASS UP AND MAKE MY LIFE WORTH LIVING.

that is all.