Because Her Toes Were Painted Red

My sister painted my toe nails.

These are things my sister does.

Spent the night with my sister and her husband's family. Extreme bowling. Sounds retarded. Looks like it too, but they're very entertaining and determined to have a good time. The bar helps that too.

Denny's at 2am. Always interesting.

I want to see Domino, and Corpse Bride (Tim Burton and Johnny Depp yay).

Did I ever mention that In Good Company was a good movie? I still think about it sometimes.

Still not liking Harry Potter. Give me a break.

I've been thinking about a short story I read in high school english class. Had cars, high school drinking, hazing, sex, mistaken identity, fighting, death, and figurative rebirth all in less than ten pages. Can't remember the title. Mostly I remember that her toe nails were painted red, and she had no name.

I said, '(blah)... looks pretty pretty.' last night. It was weird.

I own the most excellent hat.

I'm not really writing in LJ to relive the main events of my life. What's the point of that? I won't forget that, but these little and random details seem to make up more of who I am, than any main event. Previews are the best part of any movie.