Monday, April 28, 2008

Monday, April 28, 2008
I don't do well with scary movies.


Not at all. I'm really jumpy. Even average-volume noises or slow-moving objects in my peripheral vision can startle me. It's all part of my neurotic charm. (right.)

This was well-tested last night when I watched The Ring. It was incredible, but I am still moderately terrified. So, to wipe that experience from my immediate memory, I am driving it out the only way I know how:

Coffee and My Big Fat Greek Wedding. No obstacles are overcome through dance, but there is a fierce makeover sequence and it's hilarious. Also, it's not jumpy. And since I'm home alone, by my lonesome, with all this eerie bright sunlight, I sure need something to take my mind off creepy and put it on souvlaki.