I watch more movies in London then I ever have in America. Last night I went to the first press screening of Superbad. A teen movie that was a cross between Napolean Dynomite, Harold and Kumar, and Sixteen Candles. It was free, there was an open bar, and some models dressed up like police officers. Not bad. The movie wasn't great, but it was entertaining. Mom, you would hate it.
Also, to my parents: Mom sorry I didn't get ahold of you. I went for post-work drinks then went to the screening.
Dad, where are you? I've e-mailed you twice, and no response.
Even though its a friday, I have to go home and do laundry. I'm out of underwear, or as they say knickers. That's my exciting plans for now.