Painting one's house with blood would certainly look cool...so long as you had no sense of smell.

I am overwhelmingly hungry. I could eat a horse right now if I knew someone who could cook it. The fridge is dismally empty. McDonald's calls to me. Food in general calls to me.

Such torture for a Saturday night.

People at the stand have been more frequent in their annoyance. Questions about the weather have been at an all time high. My mental reply is always this: IF YOU'RE SO GODDAMN INTERESTED IN TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER, MARRY A METEOROLOGIST AND SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Honestly, I wouldn't really say this. Money is the great motivator that prevents me from doing so. *grumble* But I'll still mentally envision the reactions involved were I to actually say this to someone.

Saw The Punisher for the first time yesterday. Good movie. Violence...everywhere. The first movie in which I actually didn't mind John Travolta. A truly shocking revelation were you to know me personally...which....is unlikely in the next-to-impossible sense. Either way, good plot and so on and so forth. Didn't really care for the Drowning Pool music video "Step Up". Gee, cause we all wanna see a bunch of topless chicks fawning over some fat dude with some very dumb looking tatoos. Not.

Oh the self respect people have for themselves these days. Heh.

Rented another movie for tonight: "The Blair Witch Project". I think I've put off watching it for enough years now. Time to see what all that more than likely false hype was about. But hopefully it won't completely suck. It would save me the trouble of mustering up the effort to throw things across the room in a obigatory public display of violence.