So, we're all going to see Precious tonight, right? Why, exactly, am I so excited to view what appears to be an incredibly depressing, sad and upsetting film? I can't be alone. It's playing at the San Francisco Centre every 15 minutes, starting this morning at 9am.
Dear whomever saw Precious at 9am this morning,
I love you.
Brock and I are going tonight and we invite to entirety of San Francisco to join us. Some people line up to see Harry Potter at midnight. Some people can't wait to watch a movie about a 16 year old impregnated by her father. It takes diff'rent strokes to rule the world and I'm happy my stroke involves Mo'nique's star turn...