often when i get home from a long work day i feel a cycling engine of primal energy bottled up inside of me. i have no choice but to go outside and run, like a dog that slipped the leash.
in my fridge there's a bottle of sriracha. the cap often scabs over. one time i impatiently squeezed it, and it shot an errant jet of fiery sauce into my eye.
anyway, great movie.
a good movie can change your life (i call something "decroded" pretty much every day)
phew, glad they rushed through those boooooring plot threads about socialism, poverty, and changing the world to fit in 20 more minutes of redundant intercourse. oh well, at least there were lots of sumptuous outfits and scrumptious skyboxes...and at least i narrowly avoided seeing this with my mom
