I should feel stupid that I paid good money to go see "Epic Movie" because it was REALLY bad and not that "bad-in-a-good-way" bad. But I kinda KNEW it was going to be bad...and I ended up enjoying it somehow, for reasons I can't quite figure out.

I've got a minor buzz from drinking last night. Now I'm purifying myself with lots of water and orange juice.

I can't get this woman I sat next to at the bar last night out of my brain. She was cute, short and deliciously deep-cleavaged. I sat down one chair away from her just to give that personal space and then less than five minutes later two of my male friends unexpectedly show up and sit on either side of me, chatting me up. I found myself angry at them because not only did I initially want to drink alone, but upon seeing this woman, all I wanted to do was chill quietly and snatch glances at her wonderful bustline instead of talking bullshit to their drunk asses. When she eventually made to leave with her friend and put on her long wool coat she kept the front open, letting her breasts breathe, almost as if buttoning it up fully would suffocate her treasure chest despite the cold outside. Aiiiiiyyaah....

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