Last night, Tom felt he just HAD to rent Jack Frost 2: Revenge of the Mutant Killer Snowman, so of course I felt I just HAD to get drunk in order to watch it. Which I did. Then I stayed up until 7am and played Vice City.

It should be noted that while Tom rented Jack Frost 2: Revenge of the Mutant Killer Snowman, and Danny rented Saving Silverman, I rented Shallow Grave. You cannot deny that my roommates have no taste, while I am a fucking tastemaker.

Okay, given, Shallow Grave is from 1994, so it's not exactly tastemaking material, but i think you know what I'm saying. My roommates have no taste. I try to explain to them that Torque will not be a good movie, that no, The Cat in the Hat does not look good, but they won't hear it.

And when I exposed them to the wonderfulness that is Donnie Darko, they thought it was "too weird."

Thank god they have me to keep them on track.

Anyway. In other news, our new house has cockroaches, but they're very small cockroaches. Last night, when I was drunk, I was thinking that cockroaches should be like bees or vampires, where they have one queen or master, and if you kill that master cockroach, all the other cockroaches die. Which is how it works with vampires. But not bees. Bees are crafty that way.

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