1. I loved it.
2. Midnight showing totally worth feeling like defrosted death at work this morning.
3. Watchmen preview very nearly brought on orgasm.
4. Note to douchebag outside theatre: go back to chatting up other girls by quoting (nationally known, televised) comedians' routines and bumming clove cigarettes and stop touching my earlobes without my permission and positing your guesses as to my sexuality based on the size thereof. You so obviously know nothing about me as either a carpet muncher (your charming term--I prefer "lady-fucker" but hey, you didn't let me define me; you took the liberty, so bully for you) or as a modified individual ("are those, like 1 gauge?" pffft. I haven't seen a 1ga--or, accurately, its more frequently seen American counterpart, the 2ga--since before I was of drinking age, so shut the fuck up). No time, son; no time.
