How 'bout yourself, love?

Watching an obscene amount of Trading Spaces, really trying to resist the urge to slash. We opened our presents last night, so it doesn't really feel like Christmas. Saw my older sister and brother, an aunt, and a grandmother. Now pigging on goldfish pretzels and pepsi.

I have silver glitter eyeshadow!

Mmm.

Will be seeing Bad Boys II, just to slash it, because hello? Trailer very gay.

goldfish pretzels.

blink.

Truly, your nation has some extraordinary foodstuffs. I take it this isn't actually some variation on prawn crackers?

Bad Boys. Now, was that the cop buddy film with Will Smith (Mmmmm, Will Smith. Shoulders. Hands. Chest. Big ol' ears. Mmmm.) and, er, that other chap? With the scene with Will running down a street with his shirt half-off, all flapping in the breeze? Watched that film in Romania with a gayboy pal and man, we were awash with the Will Smith Oost.

Although, of course, this may be a different film.

At some point I'm going to write Point Blank slash. Because THAT is the slashiest film I've ever seen.

Nope. Pretzel crackers in the shape of goldfish. They're yummy.

I've got glittery silly putty....

Wow. Glittery Silly Putty?

Want.

I'll keep that in mind. t g

Number Ho!!!!

That is all.

Although, of course, this may be a different film.

This is the sequel. *g*

I may have to watch the first, but it's just asking for porn.

I'm actually fonder of Bad Girls. Even though there's the whole sense of 'Gee, I wonder what the film would have been like if they hadn't kept on forcing rewrites and increasing the cleavage - might it have been a genuine exploration of feminist cowboy blah blah blah disappointmentcakes'... but it's counterbalanced so very thoroughly by the four hot gun-wielding chicks on horseback.

...and of course, I hadn't heard of slash back then. Huh. May need to rewatch...