you know, once in a while, i'm like, "man, i need to watch a film that's total crap...what can i bring home from work that will require minimal thinking so i can zone out while enjoying my grilled cheese?"

this time, i decided what i needed to watch was pauly shore is dead and, oh my god, did i get what i asked for. i'm halfway through it, and it is the most god-awful thing i've ever sat through. not only did the synopsis lie to me, but it has the worst script ever and in filled to the brim with actors and "famous" people i HATE - sean penn, mark mcgrath, andy dick, charlie sheen, vern troyer, carrot top, someone playing the ghost of sam kinison - the man's dead for christ's sake and people are still trying to put his obnoxious ass in movies.

way to make a movie that made me wish the title was true.

also, i'm so tired of know-it-all people who think that just because i work at a video store instead of some 9-to-5 craphole that i must not be educated or the least bit aware of my surroundings. i've only worked at the place for, oh, THREE YEARS so i probably don't know anything about the store or it's content. bastards. when i tell you we don't have an agnes varda section, don't make your eyes all big and say something assholey and condescending like, "believe me, you have one." no, believe ME. i will shove the gleaners and i up your butt. i'm not kidding. they don't pay me enough to deal with people like that.

a month in europe away from crazyass midwesterners will be awesome.

jessica