random bits from a sunday night to expand upon monday morning

1. that stupid fucking Wimbledon movie is on again. i won't be tricked into watching this movie again. there is something disturbing about kirsten dunst's head

2. the notebook i keep on the table next to my bed was damaged by a glass of iced tea knocked over in the middle of the night. there was a dream in there where i was in a vin diesel movie about renegade tow truck drivers. i was "the criminal with the guilty conscience". somehow the "big heist" of this movie involved illegally towing people's cars and selling their ipods and jackets. even in my dreams i can't be a real bad ass. i need some kind of a water bottle with a spill proof top for keeping fluids (which are vital for above mentioned middle of the night) next to my bed

3. i need to delve into the chicago cubs and that whole shitload of history/ failure/goat luck.
this is what i will do on monday



4. ***(ended up watching that stupid fucking wimbledon movie. again. kirsten dunst is hot, even with that misshapen skull of hers)