Today, I went to see Paranormal Activity Three with my little sister. Most of the movie is just waiting for shit to happen so it's definitely not worth it. I'm not even sure what the fuck happened in the end. It was just creepy. 'nuff said mother fucker.
Also, I got into a heated debate about how J.K Rowling is a much better author than Stephanie Meyer and I can't stand people who say that Twilight trumps Harry Potter. That is not true. At all. For one, Stephanie Meyer, though I enjoyed the Twilight series, was an extremely fucked up individual. HAVE YOU READ BREAKING DAWN? I about threw up during certain scenes of the book. And who is the master of suspense really? In Twilight they basically facefuck and are "head over heels in love" within the first two fucking chapters of the book. In Harry Potter, it took SEVEN GODDAMN BOOKS for Hermione and Ron to kiss. I was so goddamn happy for it to that I pissed everywhere. My bed, the floor, the walls, the cieling. EVERYWHERE. And I just don't even understand Bella, she could have been with Jacob who is warm, HOT AS FUCK, doesn't want to eat her at all times and could bang her without having to worry about killing her, and she chooses Edward, who's pale. Has no abs. Glitters like a goddamn fairy princess. And who's dick is like concrete. I'm pretty sure that's going to feel GREAT in your vagina. Dumb bitch.
If I were her, I would have fucked the hell out of Jacob. And had four million babies with him. I may have still gone back and saved Edward just because I don't want that weight on my mind that it was my fault he died. But afterwards, I would have told him to fuck off and purposely made out with Jacob in front of him. With my middle finger HIGH IN THE AIR. LIKE A BEAST.
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