a mix of things

First things first: Month number 33 today! ♥ Monthsary weeekend spent watching Toy Story 3 and eating popcorn. OMG this movie made me cry.

(Spoilers under cut, whatever)


Things to love about Toy Story 3:
- THE CLAW! (LOL Claw ex machina -- tm Eliza)
- BONNIE!
- Buzz Lightyear, arrescate!
- Ken's walk-in closet
- Mr Potatohead as a PITA OMFG THAT BIRD
- Barbie being all anti-establishment and stuff
- LOL that clown being all film noir on us
- That mini-movie at the beginning = WONDERFUL.

+ On other news: 87878 is my newest favoritest number because they deliver PEPPER LUNCH. Ahhhh-mayzing! Minimum orders of P500, reasonable service charge. In conclusion: My tummy is happy.

+ Last night, I was trying to read a portion of The Little Prince out loud to an about-to-sleep Andrea; I read my favorite part, the one with the fox? ("You tamed me!") And for some reason we found double entendres everywhere. (All this talk about ROSES!) In conclusion: Things are never quite the same when you're already older LOL.

+ Also, I have finished Yates' "Revolutionary Road." Verdict: This language. And -- how can that ending be SADDER than the rest of the story? Really, HOW?

+ Also, yesterday I accompanied Auntie to do airport duties with kin. The good news: She's unbelievably at peace with the fact that I am not about to give birth in this lifetime, because I am gay. The catch: She's trying to convince me to adopt. ("Oh, but our house -- it's so quiet. Without babies. Everybody else is having babies.") Oh, LOL this family.

+ Sneaky Auntie is sneaky. See sample conversation:
Auntie: Poor [insert name of only lesbian aunt here.] The other day she collapsed because of a stroke. Good thing one of her nephews came by to check on her. God knows...
Me: Oh dear. Is she okay?
Auntie: In the hospital. It was bad.
Me: She hasn't stopped smoking has she.
Auntie: See, you should really adopt a kid so you'd always have someone with you.
Me: *crickets* Hashbrown? (We were having this conversation in McDonalds, FFS)

Ah. It's just... well, just not in the plan. *shrug* Children are very complicated things. Aren't they, love? Yep, they are.

After airport duties, Auntie and I found ourselves in Glorietta. Later, we found ourselves in a cinema watching that Gabby/KC movie that no one wanted to watch with us LOL. The Universe knows!

+ This morning, btw, I miscalculated my step and sprained myself while going down the condo stairs. I twisted my right ankle, the same one that's always twisted, as it's always the one I seem to like falling down on. (To be fair to me, I was hauling out laundry, FFS.) Why can't I sprain myself over something cooler, like sports? (Like I used to, ALL THE TIME?) Unless of course: Injury in the midst of domestic tasks = The New Cool. Hay going up and down the stairs is going to be one hell of a painful fucker.

+ Last: Have you listened to anything by the Frightened Rabbit? Because if you haven't, YOU SHOULD. Damn this band. DAMN.

+ DOUBLE LAST: If you aren't watching Pretty Little Liars yet, YOU SHOULD. Because it's Veronica Mars crossed over with Gossip Girl. It is dreadfully amusing. There.