In the interest of full disclosure, I offer the following semi-embarrassing revelations:
#1) I like chick-flicks. Now don't get me wrong, I still enjoy bro-shows as much as the next guy. But more and more, I find that I actually like sappy, sentimental movies. Tonight I went and saw "Memoirs of a Geisha" and it was freakin' unbelievable. Three simple words: BETTER... THAN... KONG. I am so ashamed.
#2) I like Christian rock music. We're not talking Michael "The Mullet" McClean stuff. We're talking electric guitars, a thumping base line, and song titles like "Salvation Street" or "Jesus Freak." I even have it as a pre-set on my car radio. Several years ago, I was given a CD with a mix of Christian rock on it. Every once in a while you can still see me playing air drums and wailing out, "In the beginning was the Word." Can I get an Amen!
#3) I have a disgustingly large doll collection. There, I said it. After picking yourself up from off the ground and wiping away the tears of laughter, read on for an explanation. My grandmother collects Madame Alexander dolls, the collectible kind of porcelain doll that you can't play with. (Uhh, not that I'd want to play with them even if I could. Ah crap.) Well anyway, every Christmas since I was born, Grammie gave all her grandkids a doll. This year was actually the first year that I don't remember getting a dolly for Christmas. That's probably a good thing because we were running out of room on my shelf, uh, I mean in the garage. Seriously, they'll make good Ebay fodder eventually, but for now, just having a doll collection, even one that just sits out in boxes, is yet another reason for me to hate myself.
In the words of the Simpson's Comic Book Guy: "Please don't tell people the way I live."
8 comments:
Russ, I take back all the comments I've made on your previous three posts. I had planned out a perfectly awesome post that stated the hypothesis that no male actually likes chick-flicks, he merely thinks or says he likes them to impress a girl or female-kind in general. The idea for that post comes from the fact that I've been forced to endure like 50 million hours of Anne of Green Gables which my sister got for Christmas. But now my post is ruined...RUINED!!
Wow. I mean, I can see the dolls if your grandparents give them to you, because sometimes grandparents are crazy. And I know that I kind of like chick flicks, but it's in the same kind of way that I like having a crush even if the girl hates me. It's not that I actually like the misery, but it's better than the emptiness. (I think the same thing could be applied to a kick in the balls, though, so I try to be careful with that.) But "better than Kong"? We're not sleeping together anymore if you're gonna be that gay.
You know Russ, I think there is a correlation between how often someone posts and how personal the post is. I try to keep posts to about once a week or so, you know whenever I need validation. This daily posting could be either really good or really bad. Admittedly, I do like the Mormon remake of Pride and Prejudice.
In my opinion your self revelations have only made you more awesome.
oh my gosh, russ! what would you do if I kissed you right now?
"ahhh, well"
ahhh frisk
Does Hitch count as a chick flick, cause I liked Hitch. Do yall really sleep together, becuase if you do, why didn't you sleep with me when I was your roommate? Too good for me?
Russ I think you should add Magic to your list.
And do you want to be added to chickflick mania? The next time all the girls get together to watch a chick movie, sounds like we need to call you.
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