Weekend lovlies

Last night we celebrated my birthday in line with our sleazy tradition. I now have a pair of edible underwear ( chocolate and strawberry), a tape called Sex Music (oh, why hello there study buddy. yes, i'm just gonna put on some music to help us think straight. ho hum. what's this cd? oh, just a little mix I made. why? does it remind you of.. of something? wow, it's so warm in here. bow chicka...), and a light-up martini glass. Also, Trashy makes an incredible Amaretto Sour. Holy wow.

We attempted to go dancing, but we couldn't find a party (although I danced anyway, yay tequila). All the bars were dead (aka full of old folks and creepy staring dudes). We did get some fantastic pizza. Superbad is pretty funny (when intoxicated), and I did get in a lot of my freaky laughing (which apparently sounds like Alien's mating cry, thanks for i.d.ing that noise Ben).

Which reminds me, AVPII (Alien vs Predator Requiem) is terrible! This may not sound like shocking news, but the first one had redeeming qualities (like a romantic, let's tattoo ourselves with acid to remember this moment, scene) , and they didn't kill a nursery full of newborns, and several pregnant women, and two children, and a german shepherd, which is just unacceptable cinema etiquette. Movie people: you may only kill dudes and bimbos. ONLY dudes and bimbos. Newborns and german shepherds, my god, what is the world coming to? I've included a pic of PredAlien (the witty name for evil Predator Alien hybrids) about to kill a pregnant woman so you too can feel the slimy terror.

I'm gonna go indoor biking now (because there's snow on the ground, unbeweevable!).