I still want to write a review on the cheesy movie I was sent. This will be one of life's great mysteries, because no one will come forward and say they are the ones who sent it. (Not like I have a huge list of people to go through...) Yet, whoever did, knows my tastes perfectly. But, I want to watch it again in all its cheesy glory and then I'll write a review on it. Cheesy horror movies are the best. In fact, I believe it's a requirement to be truly cheesy that it must also be a horror movie right?
I had some deep, insightful things to say today... I was thinking of all of them while I was walking. But, then my brain exploded and I totally forgot them. So, consider yourselves lucky, you've been spared my hometown, antisocial .02 cents of wisdom.
I do have one burning question though, if anyone wants to take a stab at this one:
If the wind isn't blowing, and I'm walking on pretty much paved roads, how the hell do I get sand in my ears? Cause this is totally bugging the crap out of me.