You have my permission to kill me on the spot because my life is over. Seriously. That is just the saddest thing I've ever seen.
Last night I received a "Breaking News" update from E letting me know that one of the stupid K Kardashian girls got married. I'm sorry, how is this breaking news? She's been pimping that wedding out all week and everyone knew it was happening yesterday. Also, I don't care. Must've been a slow news day.
So, one of my friends got a boob job. I'm always fascinated with people who get boob jobs because they always want you to touch them. In fact, they insist. It's very odd to feel up my friends. I'm just saying.
This morning the Talks-A-Lot girl asked someone how he was, to which he replied, "I'm doing well. How are you?" And she had to be a Topper and say, "REALLY well." Now, come on. Is the really even necessary?
Oh, and in case you had any inclination to see either of these movies at the theater, DON'T. Maybe wait for video, but even then I'm not really promising you won't think you just wasted a few hours of your life by watching them. Also bad? Observe and Report (which is on DVD, but I still feel cheated for caring about seeing it at all). Don't say I didn't warn you.