It's building up. I put so much into a story for journalism...a feature story. I put a little extra in there for reading, to interest the reader, and they eliminated half of it. Now I admit a good writer would admit when they got carried away and correct the problem, but I don't see it. It was fine. It was a feature. A news story I'd understand. But I know creativity gets you nill in this business...but it's being sucked out of me!! No one wants creativity! If I get too creative in anything, they'll actually pull it out of the pile and hand it back, telling me to take out the fluff and make it basic. It's like they're slowly damming my mind and soon the flood waters will break and my thoughts will splash all over the pages. A story is building. I can feel it. Something with a part for everyone, everyone's life experiences, yes and no, good and bad, truth and lies. It's not a good thing to admit, but I can be a good liar. I used to be a pathological one. I've gotten over this (and I admit when I lie if I do) but I know I can think of some good ones. I think that every writer out there, preferably fiction writers, has the potential to be a great liar. In otherwards every writer could be a politician. Sorry...little joke. Oh, dear...I still have algebra left to do. It's late. Because I am a procrastinator. Hoo-rah. I'm also a bit of a hypocrite...I used to claim to hate rap...but I love it. I'm listening to Kanye West right now...next up is Da Back Wudz....meeeehhhhh.......So tired......2 miles a day for track. I thought Ste. Gen was hard...nahnahnah....I hurt in places I didn't know I had. I discovered really hard muscles in my inner thighs...I was thoroughly convinced they were my bones...but they aren't...*sigh* I think I'll nap before doing algebra....yeah...

"So many wishes. I didn't have a cent on me and wasn't sure it counted if I wished on someone else's but it still felt like a powerful place to be, a mall fountain blinking with so many underwater, copper eyes, with so much wanting."

"I turned back and watched New York City recede behind us, as if the whole island were floating away in the summer wind, this island like a birthday cake for an ancient giant with a mammoth appetitie, a cake on fire with its blazing windows and broken promises, and kept ones, too, everyone's fifteen minutes and everyone's could-have-been, everyone's one-that-got-away and no one, lost children and grown-ups trying to get lost in its neck-cricking height, its rushing streets, its tunnel-deep icy-officed smoke of a thousand cigarettes clouding your eyes. All the light floating away from us as we headed into the night-cloak coast of the other side. Just the other end of the water, but another world and so far away."
              -Dimple Lala
                 born confused

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I wonder if much like the song, I too have kaleidescope eyes. While I realize that song was written while on highly halucinogenic drugs, I think I may. Not in appearance (though that'd be flippin awesome!!) but in my vision. I see so much...That's actually different than what someone else sees. I told Teresa today that she was really pretty and she didn't get it. You know those Russian models with the steely blue eyes, bump nose, high cheek bones, blonde hair, and thin hairless bodies? That's Teresa. Braces off and you got yourself a model. I see it. I'm the only person that can see how scared Brenna Ferguson is. I watch her in class every time her ex boyfriend gets near her and I see her eyes widen and fists tighten. He raises his voice, whether joking or not, in class and she closes her eyes as though she can block it out. I know. It's obvious. But I ask someone and they look away and deny it. I fell in track and I had blood down my leg...it covered my shamrock and I stared at it. If I believed in that sort of stuff or if my life was being analyzed like a book you might call it foreshadowing. It looked so foreboding. No one else saw that. Jay said I was strange and helped me up. On Wednesday I woke up to take my mom to the Osage Center to meet her car pool. I got dressed quickly, put on sneakers and a hoodie. I got out my cd of memory music (ie. Coldplay, Oasis, Frou Frou, The Shins) and listened to it. Windows down, birds chirping, sky pink, and I felt myself wanting to cry. It was so beautiful. Just the feel of the breeze, the promise of spring, the music's promise of a better tomorrow, the car's reminder of my privelidge. I loved it.

I see weird things and get weird emotions. It's like my brain completely interprets things weird. Like an old man alone at Bob Evan's makes me want to cry. So I go and talk to him. A couple holding hands or wheeling a baby through the mall makes me laugh. Rhonda acting all white makes me mad...if I can't act black then why can she act white?? I just find things weird. Different. Not weird, excuse me. But I'm going to stop rambling. To all the chillins in Ste. Gen...here's my number...you know the area code (hint: same as your's) 561-6168 or 561-6166

      Love yous guys

Believe It or Not (2007) (announced)


Corpse Bride (2005)
... aka Tim Burton's Corpse Bride (USA: complete title)
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005)
... aka Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: The IMAX Experience (USA: IMAX version)
Big Fish (2003)
Planet of the Apes (2001)
The World of Stainboy (2000)
... aka Stainboy (USA)


Sleepy Hollow (1999)
Mars Attacks! (1996)
Ed Wood (1994)
Batman Returns (1992)
Edward Scissorhands (1990)


Batman (1989)
Beetle Juice (1988)
"Alfred Hitchcock Presents"
  - The Jar (1986) TV Episode
Pee-wee's Big Adventure (1985)
Frankenweenie (1984)
Luau (1982)
Vincent (1982)
Hansel and Gretel (1982/II) (TV)


Stalk of the Celery (1979)
... aka Stalk of the Celery Monster (USA)
The Island of Doctor Agor (1971)

Hey...I just realized that Pee Wee's Big Adventure was directed by Tim Burton....I just realized that a lot of movies I've always like are directed by Tim Burton...when I was like 10 I was madly in love with Beetle Juice and Pee Wee...then I liked Edward Scissorhands, Nightmare Before Christmas.....Big Fish....Willy Wonka.....Corpse Bride....plus I think Tim Burton is hot. Which is weird...it's the spazzy hair. Mmmm...spaz hair....crazy!! *giggle*

So....I've always wondered why no one understands me. Of course it could be because I proclaim that no one understands me and it's not like that's gonna make people coming a-runnin to solve the puzzle. Besides, I've also realized that when I think, I don't think in order. Things come randomly to me. And I talk the way I think. My thoughts are not in cronilogical order. I don't even think I spelled that right. But yeah. So Emma and I went to Grace Cafe in sub-zero whether. We got coffees and played scrabble. There was a huge sign that said "Unattended children will be given an espresso and free puppy". Where's my puppy? And then I got straight up espresso...damn that stuff is nasty...but it made me really hyper. Seriously. We went to the river front afterwards and ran around. It was super cold. Then we came home and moved our beds together and watched American Beauty. I made a list of movies I want...hey, I'm gonna put that on here...that way it'll make my entry longer:

Day before Valentine's day and all I can do is think of the love that used to exist. All I hear anymore is the distrust and hatred of those we used to love most. I'm not just talking about boyfriends and girlfriends, I'm talking about best friends. We're falling apart and going in different directions. We're getting sick, we're falling apart, we're changing, we're never around. I feel like nothing will ever be the same. Because it never will. I feel so disconnected. The wind blows and I wonder if you can feel it, the moon is full and I wonder if you see it, too. It feels like across the world...across the galaxy. Not just sixty miles. I wish that I could be there. To at least be around to be involved. Maybe try and help. But I know many think I can't. So, I won't. I don't know. I just hate this. We're turning into the people we've hated. We're forming cliques within our clique, even though we don't like to think of ourselves as a clique. We are. Or were. Now we're nothing. And you can deny it all you want, but you know it's true. Think of your best friends last year. Do you all still hang out? Are you excluding one? Why?  I think it's funny. I'm not there, but I still worry about it. I think my anxiety is from you all. I just want you all to be happy. But no one ever is. Whether it's my fault, my boyfriends, or just a friend...I hear about it and I feel helpless. I can't even see you. How am I supposed to make it better?

The dreaded day of hearts is upon us and I have decided to hand out condoms because that seems to be what people think love is. People see me and Alex together and probably think we make out all the time. Hey, I love that kid, dammit! But I only get to see him 1-2 times a month. So yeah...I'm clingly. But that is not love to me. I knew I was in love when I had butterflies in my stomach at night and I couldn't eat. I would find myself counting down to lunch just to see him. When he would touch me I'd hope for a shock of love, just so that it would make him realize we were meant to be. I imagined us holding hands, reading together. Being able to sit across from one another in a crowded room of people on...on like crack or something, being all loud and freaky...and be able to have a conversation with our eyes. And when a spazzing rail thin body blocked our sight we'd continue it on brain waves. Someone who when I'd get sick would kiss my forehead and call me icky. Or just hug me or something. When we'd wake up and our breath was stinky, hair messy and sleep in our eyes, we'd feel the most in love. Cuz that kind of love rocks!!! When I thought of all this I knew....HOLY SHIT! I AM IN LOVE!!! FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!! AND IT'S WITH A BOY!! So maybe God will let me into heaven after all. Then as I walk in, I'll give St. Peter a little nudge and nod to Alex..."Hey, he's with me...it's cool." And St. Peter (I always imagine him as a big black bouncer with headphones, walkie talkie, and shades) would cross his arms and just nod. And Alex would kinda run past. Cuz bouncer St. Peter could kick some serious ass. You know it. But hearty day is my official holiday of safely fuck tonight children. Hey, Alex...call me. Or something. SHIT! I work on Valentine's day. Well...don't that suck. So I get to go to work and stare at nothing...because how romantic is it to go to Bob Evan's on Valentine's day? "Oh, darling I love yo-" "Hey, want any more rolls? Refills?" and loud twangy music plays in the back. I'd rather have a picnic in my living room and watch a movie. Or something. PLAY CHUTES AND LADDERS! AND I GET TO BE THE BLACK BOY THIS TIME, KAY??? 


Have you ever noticed that I'm really random?

I'm changing again...

Remember when I pissed about people being surprised at my art? About me being more me? Well...here it goes...


I've been shopping at American Eagle.

*awaits howls of anger*

I've been going through my closet and everytime I find a black shirt, I sigh.

I need color! I like being a colorful person. Everyone was surprised when I would protest their inclinations that my favorite color was black and I loved only metal or punk music (the real kind). No...I listen to classical music all the time, I do ballet (on my own time mainly), I do pilates, I listen to rap, a little pop, and even less country. Country has to be forced onto me. My favorite color is orange! And if I could find shirts from Hot Topic that were colorful, mom-appropriate, and weren't rainbow and about heating up straight things, then I'd always be there. And it's just American Eagle. I don't need to defend myself this much do I? But I want to take my brother out to eat, to a movie, and shopping for his birthday. Shopping at Hollister. Because he looks good in:
 
    A.) Faded jeans
    B.) Polos
    C.) Thermal shirts
    D.) And pink shirts
And it smells good there. And I like my brother smelling like it. So there.
  And call me a prep-wannabe or whatever, but I honestly do not label anymore. I'll say things that actually describe the person, but if it's just the clothes that I'm using to classify someone...it's impossible, I never see anyone outside of school uniforms and work uniforms. I don't really have time for anything else.



By the way...a few of my friends from Notre Dame went to the March for Life in Washington DC and they saw a bunch of monks eating at a pizza parlor. Amanda Dubbs (DUBBS!!) said "Aww...You guys look! I've never seen a monk before!" She was unaware of why Brother David wore a dress to school I guess.

Did you ever realize how stupid porn plot lines are? No one cares. I once saw one where these chicks were supposed to be cops and busted some guy's video scandal...well two chicks had guns and one didn't, she just held her hand like a gun...I thought it was just because she's stupid, but no, she had "bullets" coming out of her hand. How stupid is that? Jeez...I should be a porn critic...course I'd be really horny. Hey! Shut up!!

It's amazing what some calming piano music can do to you. I have a lot of homework, the world's biggest headache, I stopped telling mom when I throw up because I can't stop, I hurt myself doing pilates, I don't know what to do. But I listen to the song "The Shattering" by [To the Welkin]...it's beautiful...I suggest you go to her page, then to myspace (she has a link) and download it or listen. I love it. I just get carried away. I wish I had honest talent. People tell me I'm talented, but I don't have instant gratification talent. The ability to sit down with an instrument and hear music. I wish I could do that, to the bottom of my heart.
It's sad...what makes me happiest, I don't believe I'm truly good at. Painting, dancing, and music.

On anyone else's stuff on here...are certain words green and underlined and when you click on them they take you to online stores? Or is that just mine....Or is Elftown selling out???? *Gasp!*

So...I have the flu or something. Throwing up twice an hour makes your tummy sore..ya know? Urgh......

So last night I felt really crappy. And my sister kept digging her sharpest body parts (elbows, knees) into my pelvic region and she didn't seem to understand that it hurt...genius. But I woke up this morning and I think mom could tell I didn't feel good and I thank her greatly for finally allowing me to stay home. I came home yesterday, fell asleep at 4, slept until 9 at which I called Alex. Then I went back to sleep and slept until 10am. That's...15 hours of sleep I got. Maybe I'm getting mono again. But I knew I was tired. Yesterday in chemistry I kept falling asleep and leaning over...I eventually fell out of my desk and I was too sleepy to be embarrassed. But I heard about it for the rest of the day. But this morning I woke up and discovered we have a new music TV channel...it's called TubeMusic...anybody? Anybody heard of it? Well it's pretty neat, like an older version of fuse. So I watched an Audioslave video and eventually Radiohead came on so I turned it off. Radiohead creeps me out.
But then I fell back asleep. I woke up and called the Salvation Army to see when I could work for them. I really don't want to do outside work anymore. I really don't. It hurts. And the next day I have to go to Union Station and I don't want to be all broken and sore at Union Station.
I need to get film developed tomorrow...I took pictures at the park. They're neat. I hope. And I got pictures of the 4 year old ballet girls at the dance school. Cute. So I get paid tomorrow...I'm all excited...I'm getting my hair cut...and I've been thinking....I think I want to spend a month at dad's. They've moved to a new house (much bigger) and Suzy's a little older, not so crybabyish...and Andrew liked me best (but honestly...between me emma and mitchell which would you like best? that sounded really pompous) and Rachel works a lot. And without everyone arguing over videogames and crap, I think it'd be a lot easier. But I really need car. So that's my next goal. Finish community service...get a car. And at the beginning of summer I have an idea for my hair...but ya'll gotta wait...I like it. And it has to do with orange. But...eh...I dunno. Whatever. I'm gonna go paint now.

So...I've decided that I love to dance (ya! ^_^) and this summer I think I really want to start at ballet, tap, and jazz 1...not join the dance team, but do these things. I was told I should send in to that MTV show made, but I won't because that'd be embarrassing...seeing me jiggling all over TV trying to dance. I'll just take classes and ask Mrs. Peacord for help. Today I was used as an example...girls were comparing themselves to Sara Richter (dancing since she was 3, 6'something, long legs, tall, slender) and Mrs. Peacord said, "now hold on...Dani, you did dance right?" i corrected her with a mumbled "i cheered".."well you can stretch, do a few stretches for us" so i did a few and it was funny how amazed they were. almost made me feel bad because they were so amazed. But I love it...I know some of you are thinking "okay, we know, you have dance and you like it" but i can't help it!!!

So today I danced. It was amazing. While we were in the gym...and the guys were there, I barely noticed. We're learning ballet. Today there was no music, no mirrors, no one to laugh with when I went the wrong way. Instead when I went the wrong way, I simply corrected myself. There were no mirrors for me to compare myself to the other girls with, no music so I could hear the commands and I could hear my breath as I moved. We stretched out and I could feel every muscle straining...I could feel my heart...it felt so good. Better than a back rub (sort of *grin*) better than a hot bath, better than refusing fast food (hey, that feels good). I know some of you would kill me, but sometimes I wished I had never quit cheerleading...while the "go team go!" was never my thing, I did like the stretching, the dancing, the making my body move and twist. I like exercise. The girls in dance today could not believe the ways I could move my body, they were amazed. Dinah (teacher) said that if I took ballet, tap, and jazz I this summer that I could join the dance team...and I'm thinking about it. While I'm not small by any means, I love to dance. For now I have to be satisfied with dancing in my room to all the music I have. Classical, punk (the real kind), alternative, and yes...even hip hop. But for me, my favorite part is the stretching out. I just like the stretching. Feeling every muscle, feeling every vertebrae touch the floor as my body shakes with the effort of going to slow, the skin going tight as I flex and stretch, the way that even though I'm exercising, I'm not breathing heavily. And don't tell me that's yoga...it's not the same...yoga puts in my mind the picture of an impossibly bent Asian. Stretching puts in my mind the image of many girls and boys in gym clothes stretching. And I actually like it.

i had community service today...so my arms super hurt. and my hands are bruised...so i'm going to volunteer at the salvation army instead.

So I woke up this morning and I felt like crap. I am grounded and I was supposed to be able to interview Johnny Knoxville...and I couldn't...because I was grounded. so instead what I had to do was go to school where I was instantly piled with homework and things to study for and why I haven't called, why my story is late, why I don't want to be an editor, how late am I working Friday, can I go to the game on Friday...blah blah blah. My mine is always in overload. I can stop it. I want that cd to be finished because it has my song on it. "She don't use jelly" by the Flaming Lips is my song. I need it right now. I need Across the Universe, I need Soul Meets Body...I need my music!! All I've been listening to (and crying to) is Such Great Heights and Wonderwall. The world is a vast unjustice. I hate these things...I know that...oh I just forgot...my sister started to rub my shoulders and I forgot about everything...aaaahhhh.......now I'm thinking of Alex and him rubbing my back. Way more satisfying. *pokes brain* Get out of my mind!!! Out!! You're all I ever think of! I can't stop! What you said about where home is! Will we ever get home? Do I deserve everything I get? Isn't my turn to be shit on over yet? I honestly don't know how my mother keeps living...you know she's a Thompson because she's so stubborn...she won't give up. You can tell I'm a Kimball because I would've given up by now...grrr...I need to go to bed. Ha! Bed. I haven't slept more than 1 hour in a row (that's a joke by the way) for a very long time. Very long time. I feel sick when I eat...so I don't. And people get mad...I'd rather not eat than feel sick...jeez. I don't know what to do...somebody help me! Or at least help my mom...I'm mean to her sometimes but I seriously love her.

I can't help but feel like I'm being used. And I don't know why...no one's using me. It was funny. I called Matt last night and he was really happy to hear from me. I got him in one try. I called Alex in 4 or 5 and then he kept suggesting I go to sleep. I don't want to frickin' sleep I want to talk to you. But I eventually got off the phone claiming I was going to sleep, but actually I was embarrassed because mom was coming upstairs to yell at me. I hate it when people on the phone have to hear that...it's embarrassing. I took photos of myself...I might post one on here...but I'm too embarrassed to really have anyone else take one of me...and I'm too embarrassed to show my body...so all I have are face shots. Sorry. I told Mrs. Seabaugh that I dont even want to be considered for editor because I "don't have fun in her class". Actually I hate it. I'd drop it if it wasn't what I wanted to do for a living. I found out that Johnny Depp is also in town. If I knew that I wouldn't have gotten myself grounded. I can't talk on the phone, we lost our car keys (meaning no going anywhere), and I yelled at mom because I've gone several nights without sleeping...oh, sorry...I've gotten sleep. I sleep about 1/2 to 1 hour a night. Frickin awesome. I'm really pale, my hair looks like shit (who knew no sleep would affect dead skin cells) my eyes have dark shadows around them and kids keep asking me if I'm on drugs. I laugh and say "yeah..I've had about 3 red bulls". Those things will mess you up. I have community service on Saturday 9-5, then work 5:30 to 9. so I go for 12 hours working. But I get paid. And I will find a way to come visit all of you in Ste. Gen. If I can't than I'll cry and take pictures of random things here. And in a few days I'll be heading to St. Louis to see Columbia University. And I'm psyched. I have to stop using the words psyched and totally. Because today I said "i'm totally psyched" and rhonda smacked me. than i said "foshizzle" and she bit me. so I said it again just because I like it when people bite me. I've been sleeping with Kevin. That's right everyone. I've been sleeping with Kevin. He's really cute. and he's black. and white. oooooh. sorry alex. *starts laughing at how weird this sounds* If you want to know just ask me. i think only Alex will get it because he has also slept with kevin. but now I'm being kicked off the computer after being on for only about half an hour by my sister because she's a bitch and on the scale of 1-10 my number excedes Alex's. and Nicoles. I hope Emma reads this. HI EMMA!!! *waves* by the way!! if i finally fall asleep tonight and you wake me up again by throwing crap and turning on the big lights i might strangle to with an electrical cord.

night everyone!! ^_^

Years in review: *ahem*

1999 9/11 hasn't happened yet, Columbine did and Bruce Willis was dead the whole time. 

-As New Year's approached computer dorks were assembled to stop the apocolypse that was somehow supposed to occur from computers. So America patched together a team of poorly shaven white men with virginal hands that play too much Tekken. Of course when the year turned and there was no catastrophe the world decided that we'd been conned. Mass execution of computer programmers was ordered and programmers were sent into hiding. Despite promises of Amnesty, many are still in hiding. If you asked people today when the world was going to end they'd reply "Any fucking minute now" and it will result form bombs full of MurderPowder being detonated inside every single home, school, office, treehouse, toilet stall, and underwear drawer on the planet. Al Qaeda is just that fucking good.
 Before the fake end of the world, America's teenagers were under scrutiny after two of these so called "teens" shot the shit out of Columbine High School. American parents sat at the edge of their teens' beds to ask "Just what the hell are you on, anyway?"
 In the end it was concluded that teenagers shoot eachother either because the Matrix is so frickin awesome or because Eminem told them. But the one true reason...the terrifying truth is....Kids shoot kids because they're all on pot. Every last one of them.
 It took 2 hours to figure out that Bruce Willis was dead on The Sixth Sense, a movie about a kid that can see dead people, which is why he can see Bruce Willis, because Bruce Willis was dead the whole time.

2000-9/11 still hasn't happened...in the meantime we all went to see Coyote Ugly.

 In 2000 the Baha Men tapped into the cultural zeitgeist of their demographic (white people between the ages of 5 and 8) recorded the megahit "Who Let the Dogs Out". 
Once the calender turned to 2000 and we were living in the thick of 2000, it became clear that in the realms of music, movies, and little Cuban boys who wash ashore on inner tubes...the future is really gonna suck.
"But what about Coyote Ugly?" you may ask. To which I say "Touche."
 In 1999 a little Cuban boy named Elian Gonzales washed ashore on an innertube. He chilled in Miami for a while. Then on April 22, 2000, Janet Reno ordered a SWAT team to shove a machine gun in his face. Elain's back in Cuba now, having learned the lesson that if you're a little kid and you even dream about washing up on the shores of America in an inner tube, you'd better wake up and apologize. To Janet Reno. Bitch.
 The movies Coyote Ugly Battlefield Earth, and Charlie's Angels made me want to hurt myself...whle Crouching Tiger; Hidden dragon reaffirmed the popular belief that Asian people know how to fly.
 But all in all it was a disppointment...the world not ending in all...so to make sure that we get this apocolypse thing right the next time, the Supreme Court and 500 white people in Florida joined forces to make George W. Bush president of the United States.
 
2001-9/11 happens.

2001 was the year everyonoe got away with everything. George Bush got away with that whole "I'm the president now" thing he was trying to get everyone to believe for so long. The anthrax jerk got away with everyone being scared of mail again (you suck!) and Enron got away with being the devil incarnate. They pretended to be a billion dollar co. but were really broke ass liars. They stole electricity from California. They stole light!!
2001 was a miserable year when many many many people died...but on the bright side the iPod launched and the first of the Lord of the Rings movies came out!

 2002-America takes comfort in the emo music.

You kept thinking about all that happened last September...here in your land. You listened to Bright Eyes and Dashboard Confessionals crying into a mic about being fake phone numbered by a girl...you knew that they were really singing all about that rubble still being dragged from Manhattan..and you thought "That's right, little boy, America's been fake phone numbered, too. Cry for me, brave pubescent. Cry for me."
 Meanwhile snipers began shooting whoever the hell they wanted for a few weeks in October. They were pissed at something. Though no one really remembers what. All we remember is that they were black.
 In politics, Bush who spent the entire year begging anyone who would listen to let him invade Iraq, took a brief break early in the year to choke on a pretzel and fall down.

2003...sodomy is finally legal in Texas

 The case of Lawrence v. Texas began in 1998 when 2 guys in Texas were arrested for "doing it" they were charged with violating the Texas law against homosexual sodomy. The sodomy law was granted unconstitutional, effectively opening the door for homosexuals to come into our homes at dinnertime and hypnotize our children into being gay. 2003 wasn't only about butt-on-butt love in Texas...it was also the year of the Homeland Security color-coded "You're gonna die today" system. No one knew which color meant what or why a color should mean anything. But children everywhere learned that orange was not only the color of the sun...but the color of death.

2004-9/11 was 2 years ago...the latest casualties...Ross and Rachel

I sobbed into my pillow...Friends was over. And the Iraq beheadings I kept seeing everywhere were getting annoying and gross. 2004 was also about killing Jesus all over again. Million flocked to theatres, proving that people love to see Jesus get his ass kicked just as much as they like watching Spiderman get the bad guys.
 Then the Abu Ghraib scandal revealed that G.W. Bush was an absolutely unstoppable force no matter what happens ever. Bush thanked his voters for his re-election by stealing social security paychecks from little old ladies.

2005-When did 9/11 happen again. And wasn't Dukes of Hazzard awesome???

Kate Moss learns to live life without coke.