... it's really you.
We watched The Wolfman this weekend.
Anthony (sorry... Sir Anthony) Hopkins.
Benecio del Toro (reason enough to watch).
Unsurprisingly, Hopkins turned out to be... wait for it ... an evil Wolfman.
And once people found out... how quick they were to backpedal out of there, assuring him that it was not him, it was them.
They did not want to be eaten.
Plus he was a lousy housekeeper.
I mean, terrible. Dude should've dusted.
Some of my classes at school have become ... unpopular.
Basically kids are dropping like flies.
And while I am being told the beginner of all breakups (It's not you...) I can't help but think, is it me?
Be it my Freudian transference, my underdeveloped self conscious, my professional desire for likability, I wonder.
But... JayZ still being my monthly inspiration (and first song on my 10k running playlist), I'm gonna opt to dust that dirt off my shoulders.