But I felt a little while watching the first trailer for Spike Jonze’s Where The Wild Things Are. It kind of feels like I ate bad oysters. Hopefully if I stick a TUMS up my ass the feeling will go away.
I think it’s the Arcade Fire song and all that fur basking in the hipstery morning light. I’m so fucking easy. I mean, CGI monsters crying actually gets to me! Ugh. I just bent over and let this trailer have its way with me. But instead of doing me in the ass with loogies instead of lube, it hugged me tight. That’s gross.
And now I finally know what Tammie Brown meant when she said, “I don’t see you out there walking children in nature.”