i <3 saturdays.

perfect day for cleaning.

this ofcourse means... springee-freshness, all throughout the house.
[vacuum, laundry, dishes, febreeze, clorox and the like]

that way when i go to amityville horror [to stare at ryan reynolds chizeled, babalicious chest] and come home late tonight, i won't be checking trashed areas for... um... dead demons and things.

in definate need of a scary movie fix though. i'm lovin' all the remakes over the past few years.

next up: house of wax
[but...paris hilton? sooo can't act. and she doesn't have huge boobs either. she can't be our token big-breasted girl running around in a wet t-shirt girl.
ahhh....but that's why we have drop dead beautiful elisha cuthbert]

went out to see something for rockets last nite...
stayed for a few songs from the october.

Both really good. esp. soemthing for rockets. great energy. vibe. voice.
yum.

poor 'ol them, though... got stuck in the Lion's Lair.
Granted, I have not been to many joints here in the denver area, but that's definately a hole-in-the wall dive. kinda shitty!
albeit the sound is reasonably nice in there, and there were three vintage vespas up front. pretty fuckin' cool!

oh yeah...that chiseled bod i was talking about it:
yeah...Theeere it is:

must be rough to be so attractive. must be really rough to be alanis morisette and put up with that.