I never want to have gum for dinner again. I know you’re not supposed to EAT the gum, but it just kept happening. It was like a palate mirage, I thought I was eating fries not Trident spearmint.
I had no idea that the 8:40 showing of The Ghost Writer would be almost sold out. I love me some Ewan McGregor ( AND YOU TOO, MATTHEW) but the last blockbuster he was in was Revenge of the Sith and I’ve gotten used to being the only person at a Ewan movie. (True story: When I was 11 years old I put on lipstick and lied my way into an afternoon showing of Trainspotting. I firmly believe showing this movie to young children would be 1000% more effective than the D.A.R.E. program)