28 Days

It has always been like this. Sandra Bullock movies have inadvertently governed my life in some form since I was about 10. It's not enough I see one of her movies on every single airplane ride that shows movies. I didn't really understand the internet until I had seen Bullock star-vehicle "The Net", I didn't really know I was gay until I saw "While You Were Sleeping", and I've had this weird penchant for city bus drivers ever since "Speed".

Here we go again. I've decided to stop drinking (alcohol) for 28 days. I'm not really sure if that was the premise of her movie "28 Days" but if it's not it was something very similar. I've been working out a lot and it's time to maximize. Also, last Saturday at a post-fashion show party when a girl stepped on my patent leather shows I allegedly said, "Bitch, you better watch yourself. These shoes cost more than your boobs and nose combined and if you come near me again, I'll rip them both off." Not that I'm really ashamed I said something like that. I just think if I'm going to continue making such ballsy threats when I'm drunk I might as well have the body to back them up.