Friday, April 30, 2010
I had a jumbo mango margarita and a huge Dos XX and was super tired after working six days in a row and then Sam and I went to see the Nightmare on Elm Street remake. And after twenty minutes of me bitching that the bath tub scene was too short and the girl they got to play Nancy wasn't as cute as Heather Lagenkamp, I fell asleep. Yep, we spent twenty bucks and I went to sleep. As the credits rolled, Sam shook me awake and I was pissed! Because that is money wasted. But then again, it couldn't have been that great, because it didn't hold my interest. But then again again, I kinda want my money back. Oh well. There's always Netflix. He said it got better after I passed out, but I don't believe him. Whaddayagonnado?