Also, Swingers was the last time that Vince Vaughn didn't look alcoholic-scary.
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
You thought he was alcoholic-scary in The Cell and Wedding Crashers?
Jesse--remind me of the six days thing?
It's their whole retarded shtick about when to call a girl after you got her number.
Damn. 6 days? I probably agreed at the time, too. But if you go past four, you better be explaining shit to me when you do call.
Didn't see The Cell. In the stills I've seen from Wedding Crashers, he looks like he's at fighting weight. But you can see the alcoholic bloat lurking around his eyes.
I love Vince even when he is puffy.
OH OH OH! I forgot to tell you all! Nathan was in my dream the other night, I can't remember where he was, but somewhere he shouldn't be, cause I was there and he was charmingly laughing at me because I was unable to speak and was kinda openly staring like a doof.
IMDB doesn't have Wedding Crasher Vince. But they have Old School Vince. And Clay Pigeons Vince. Neither of which I saw. My eye isn't subtle enough to pick up the bloat in Wedding Crashers-- he looked normal to me.
Rosie is the orange short-hair and Gilda is the orange & white medium-hair. They're 7 month old sisters.
I've rarely run into female orange cats. They are cute! ( edit: well now, THAT was fucked up... Let's try again later.)
Many hairball treats have been shoved into Devi. Hopefully, that'll fix the barfing.
I've been reassured (not that it was needed) that not going to a party tonight was a good call. Got to see the friend who was leaving (and it going to said party) and basically, it was oh so clear it was not going to be my scene at all tonight. It was flattering though. A friend of hers who drove down from Pennsylvania was flirting with me and trying to cajole me into attending.
But anyway, now I'm back home and doing the laundry the cat barfed on and the coat that now reeks of pot smoke from friend's apartment.
Apparently I ruined some guy's (okay, another instructor's) New Year's by messing up his lip on Wednesday. But he has fragile lips, and I have pointy elbows. It's so not my fault.