So, Shrek 2... not much to say except that Antonio Banderas steals the damn movie.
Shrek is a lesson in... well, I'm not sure. Is it telling me not to lose the weight. That someone will love me for just me? I prefer to look cute, I think. It's not easy being green and all of that.
This is suddenly a rambling running around with nothing to say entry.
I hate mondays. Hee Hee. I love the cat.
I also would like a donkey/dragon mutant child if anyone sees one on the road or in a WalMart. Scratch that: don't shop at WalMart. It's evil. Go to Target.
I made cornbread when I got home from the cinema and I'm not sure why.
Roommate is watching Conan O'Brien. The TV is always on here. It's so strange.