What Now

Bless his heart. Steve rented a movie for me on Netflix called "Blood and Chocolate" because he thought that it would be right up my alley. While I was touched and flattered that he would use up a Netflix delivery for me, one that could have been put to better use by renting - oh, I don't know - another Fall Guy Season 1 disk, I do have to say that the movie was bad. I can describe it in three words: Explosive Projectile Diarrhea. It isn't that I didn't appreciate the thought. I mean, the title did have the word "Chocolate" in it after all. I only got through about 15 minutes of it before realizing that it was the kind of movie that a goth kid would buy and watch every day. Ooooooh, it was dark (ish). Oooooooh, it had brooding, accented men with long hair. Oooooooooh, it was about werewolves. Ooooooooh, they drank Absinthe. Ooooooooh, it tried WAY too hard. Stay away...far away...from this movie.