So I thought it would be a good idea to get really stoned with my mom and watch Where The Wild Things are the other day. Turns out I was mistaken. That movie is creep-o, and impossible to handle if you’re too baked. My mom and I had to pause it like sixteen times just because we were too weirded out and we needed a break.
On the other hand, I watched Inglorious Basterds really really high the other day and it was fuckin awesome. I suspect that it would be just as awesome if I was sober. Tarantino is a fuckin’ pimp.
