We finally got the group together to see Watchmen on Friday night.
It was gory and there was a lot of naked. Sarah and I felt uncomfortable many times, and I successfully hid under Nick’s coat during every Rorschach scene. That, and it was really cold in Rave and stupid me only wore my hoodie.
It was good. Don’t get me wrong. Nick insists we buy it on Blu-Ray. Okay. I imagine it will make the blood even redder or something. And that’s what I need is a huge day-glo blue dick on my screen. But whatever.
I later discovered it was the same director as V for Vendetta. I’m not really surprised. Yay anarchy?
Oh, and the message was pretty fucked up, too.
So we’re looking at people to interview for an internship and we found her Facebook… nothing incriminating, per se, just her being a normal college student. My coworker was like, “At least there aren’t any pictures of her smoking a hookah or anything.”
I guess I should delete the FB picture of me and the hookah in Baltimore.
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