Thursday, December 22, 2005
...flapjack on Terry boy! He could get jet lag with the altitude he just caught! And now Dick Togo goes for the Indian Deathlock! This could be it-hey, wait! It's Flint! He's running down to the ring with a steel chair! What dastardly plan does he have on this day, Thursday?
Yes, it is I, Flint, and you, reader, are reading my post. Christmas time is almost upon us, and I gotta tell ya, it's freakin' not cold down here. I should be wearing a stylish furry hat and snow shoes right about now. Sheesh, Texas. It's friggin' ridiculous.
How's the holiday treating you, eh? For me, it's been a strange mix of rage and fury, combined to make a strange, new type of happiness. One thing I'll miss about the holidays is the crowds. Just walking into a mall, being surrounded by a mass of humanity really puts me in the holiday spirit.
My brother keeps asking me to go see "Rent" with him. He says it's really good. Problem is, I don't really want to see it. I don't know if it's my kind of movie. My ideal movie involves violence and explosions and such. Has anyone seen "Rent"? And, if so, what did you think of it?
Okay, that's it. See ya later!