I started an entry yesterday, but it was so boring, I couldn't even go through with it. I thought instead, that I would tell you what I've been up to this week.
Thursday night, I went to get my dress fitted for Mary's wedding. I met Mary and the other Mary (her matron of honor) at the place. First, I had to stop and buy shoes, because for those of you who haven't had anything altered, you have to wear the shoes you're going to wear in the wedding, so the hem can be the right length. So I went to the fantastico Discount Shoe Warehouse. The dresses are navy blue, but I hadn't seen them in so long, I couldn't really remember HOW navy blue they were, and I was really worried that the shoes wouldn't match. And they had just arrived, so I didn't have time to go get a swatch, go to the shoe store, and match it that way. Mary was totally unconcerned about it, and I should've just taken my cues from her. She pointed out that the dresses were so long, you wouldn't be able to see much of the shoe anyway, so who cares? Anyway, I found some shoes on clearance that I liked, and that seemed appropriate, and bought them. And guess what? They're fine. They match. As usual, Mary was right. We tried on our dresses and it took the lady like two minutes to pin them up. Mission accomplished, we headed out to dinner. It was nice to get to talk to Matron of Honor Mary -- I've heard so much about her from Mary the Bride, but I only met her for the first time at the bridal shower a few weeks back. She's a really nice person, and funny, and I can see why the two Marys are good friends. I look forward to hanging out with her on the wedding day, too.
After dinner, I went to Wegman's to try out my new Priceline grocery deal. You buy your groceries on Priceline, and bid for the best prices. Once they are accepted, your credit card gets charged. Then you go to the grocery store and pick up the things you've bought, and "pay" for them with your Priceline card. It was my first time, and it went pretty well. I got $56 worth of groceries for $38! I thought that was a pretty good deal.
Friday night, as those of you who also read my weblog may know, Jim was sick. We were supposed to go see Almost Famous, but he was really sick. Mary invited me to go with her and Terry, so I got to go anyway! We went to the mall first and shopped a little bit, and then went to the movie! I loved it so much. I'm saving the review for later, though.
Saturday was very exciting. Mary, Molly and I drove to Rochester to go to Target! We don't have one in Syracuse, and my friend Brenda registered there. Her shower is coming up, so it offered us the perfect excuse to make the drive. We also went to Linens & Things, Bed Bath & Beyond, T.J. Maxx, and Barnes & Noble. I know that all sounds boring, but I had a great time. Oh, and we had lunch at the Olive Garden.
Then, nothing very exciting happened until yesterday -- the Buffy and Angel season premieres! In honor, I made Ghoulish Goulash and Garlic Bread for dinner last night. I should have served red wine, too, but I'm not that creative. And we could have had blood pudding for dessert. I don't even know what that is, and frankly, it doesn't sound that good.
Today, I went to get my hair cut, and I got my eyebrows waxed for the first time ever. It was very exciting. It didn't hurt that much. Now, I look surprised all the time. Look at the picture if you don't believe me. It was weird, because first she brushed my eyebrows up and then trimmed them, and she cut off a LOT of hair. Now I'm all paranoid that I looked like Bert from Sesame Street before, and no one ever told me. Then she was talking to me while applying the wax and RIPPING it off, and I didn't want to talk because I was afraid it would make her slip and rip off my entire eyebrow on accident, and then where would I be? I ask you. So I was all, "Mmm." Then she gave me a mirror to check it out, but my eyes were watering so bad, I really couldn't see anything, so I pretended like it looked great. Now that my eyes have stopped watering, they do look pretty good. It's a weird feeling, though.
Warning: sappy entry ahead! You know, I was just complaining to Jim the other day that we aren't romantic enough as a couple. I mean, we love each other, and we hold hands and stuff (what are we, thirteen?) but we've been together almost seven years, and we've lived together for five, and after a while, the romance part starts to fade. I think it's to be suspected, and in a lot of ways we are more comfortable now, and there's something to be said for comfort. But I also thought we should start acting more like a couple and less like roommates, and I'm not talking about the sex part, so get your minds out of the gutter.
So I'm all blah blah blah romance, and I didn't really know if Jim was listening or not, because let's face it, I talk a lot, and I'm sure he tunes me out sometimes. And then Tuesday was my birthday. Jim is always really anxious about gift-giving -- he never knows if his presents are what I want, or useful, or good enough. He always teases me because he got me this bathrobe for Christmas one year, and I never wear it. Now mind you, I only wear a robe when I first get out of the shower, while I'm drying my hair. And the robe he bought me has this big rolled neckline, which made it impossible to comb my hair, because the roll got in the way. So I really don't wear it, but it's not because I don't like it, or it's bad or something. But he has kind of fixated on that robe as evidence of his inability to give me a good gift, despite the fact that over the years, he has given me plenty of gifts that I do use and enjoy (like my CD player, and numerous snowglobes, and our VCR, and various computer games, and my kimreed.com domain -- see, the list goes on and on!).
After work on Tuesday, Jim went over to his parents' house, where he had stashed my presents, and then came home to deliver them. The first thing I found so incredibly endearing was that he couldn't find any wrapping paper at his parents' house, so he wrapped them all in little brown lunch bags. Isn't that the cutest? The first gift he gave me was a homemade CD. See, back when we first started dating, I made a mix tape that we used to listen to all the time, of all romantic songs. Somewhere in the mists of time and various moves, that tape got lost, but I still have the case. So Jim found all the songs (either on our CDs or Napster) and made a CD for me. And then he took the time to make a cover and labels and all that business, and he covered it in pictures of our cats, and little sayings that have special meaning to the two of us. It's clear he put a lot of thought into it, and I cried a little because I'm a big sap like that. Seriously, if that was the only gift he gave me, that would have been more than enough. You see boys out there, you don't have to spend a lot of money or buy fancy things. It really IS the thought that counts. But that wasn't all.
The next gift was a pound of Borders' Pumpkin Spice coffee, which smells so fantastic. This was meaningful to me not just because I love it, but because we had been in Borders a few weeks earlier and I had mentioned how much I liked it, and it showed me that Jim was really listening to me, even such a throwaway comment. So, that was nice. And I still hadn't even opened the "big present"! Jim presented it, and I opened it, and it was a Harry Potter snowglobe. I collect snowglobes, if you didn't know, and mainly pop culture ones. Most of the good ones I have are from The Disney Store. Not that I'm a huge Disney fan, but they make cool snowglobes. And I had seen this Harry Potter one at the WB Store and exclaimed over how cool it was (instead of snow, it has little stars!) and Jim got it for me. So I thought that was it for the gifts, and I was very, very happy. Of course, Grendel came along and started sniffing the snowglobe box, as she has been known to do. She loves boxes. And Jim said, "I think there's something in there." So I looked, and there was something in there! At the bottom of the box, Jim had put a gift certificate to a local day spa, good for a day of pampering! Jim had bought me something similar for Christmas many years ago, and I loved it! It was just so sweet of him to take the time to think about putting it in the box, so it was an extra surprise for me. I was just speechless at his thoughtfulness and generosity. And boy, did I feel bad for complaining about the lack of romance. I still do.
Then, we went out to dinner at the restaurant where we also celebrated our first anniversary, which has fabulous food. Jim had made a reservation, and even thought to request a smoking table for me, even though he doesn't smoke. And he did all the opening doors for me stuff, and generally made me feel like a princess. I am still floating with happiness on how great a birthday I had, largely due to his efforts. I have tried to let him know how much I appreciate it, and how much I love him, but I thought that writing an entry about it for the world to see might help in that area. Plus, I wanted to record it so that years from now I can look back and remember. So, publicly, thank you Jim for making my birthday so special. I love you. You are sweet like a big bag of sugar.
In honor of my twenty-eighth birthday, I thought that I would give you all a State of the Human address. You know, where things have been and where they are going. That sort of thing.
I talked to my mom tonight, and wanted to hear the story of my birth. Unfortunately, she claims she doesn't remember much. She remembers waking up in the middle of the night, and not knowing if she was in labor or hungry, so she went to the kitchen and got something to eat. Apparently, that didn't help, so she woke up my dad, and they called my great-aunt to come and babysit my brother, and they drove to the hospital. She told me how they had the gas back then, so she doesn't remember much of the actual birth, and my dad opted to stay in the waiting room. I can't blame him, really. Anyway, so I was born. My mom thinks I was six pounds and something, and I was about a week early. Then, she remembers someone brought my brother to visit, but he couldn't come into the room, and she felt bad for him. She compared it to how she feels about my brother's dog these days, when she's not allowed in a room or something, which I found pretty funny. Then, we got into a long discussion about where I slept and where my brother slept for the first few years of my life. I told her I don't remember.
So, that's the state of my birth, I guess. I thought I would give everyone an update on my employment status, too. My consulting job is over, for all intents and purposes. The website should be launching any day now, and once that happens, my services will no longer be required. Ironminds lost their funding, so they're not paying anymore, which means I'm not writing for them anymore. Sorry to be so mercenary about it, but a girl's gotta eat. However, I have more than picked up the slack by slating more recaps for MBTV for the fall. I'll continue doing Real World until it ends, and I'm adding Freakylinks and Gideon's Crossing, as well as Smackdown!. So that should keep me busy and give me a little spending money. I've got some other irons in the fire as well, but nothing solid yet. I would like to have a little more freelance work (and thus more money), but first of all, I'm nervous about overcommitting, and second of all, but the more I think about getting a real job, the less I want to. I mean, I don't want to have to dress up every day, and deal with annoying co-workers and most of all, a shitty boss. I read on various forums about how much people hate their boss, or office politics, and all that. I don't have to deal with that, and frankly, I don't want to. Could I be making more money? Sure. Do I want to sacrifice my current situation for more money? Not really. So that's the state of my work situation.
Everything else is pretty much in stasis. Still living in an apartment. Still happily living with Jim. Still the proud owner (mother?) of two fine cats. And I'm really fine with all of that. Well, except for the apartment part. I would like it to be a house part. Because then I could add a dog part. But I won't do that until I have a yard and enough space for the cats and a dog to co-exist. So, we're trying to save up, but it's difficult because we have a lot of expenses coming up with various weddings and the holidays and such. I guess we'll just have to try harder, huh?
So, I'm 28. Wow. I'm surprisingly okay with it, I think because I'm happy with my life. I have great friends, and I enjoy the work that I do. Sometimes I get antsy, but for the most part, I'm happy. Isn't that all any of us can ask for really?
A little sneak preview -- that's Brenda and Matt at their rehearsal. Okay, so when we left off yesterday, I got home at about 2:30 AM from the bachelorette party. I didn't have THAT much to drink. Enough, anyway. My dad had taken out this life insurance policy on me when I was born, and now that I'm an adult, he thought it was time for me to either take over the payments, or cancel it, or convert it. And since I was going to be home, I made an appointment to meet with the agent. At 10 AM the day after the party. Not my smartest move. Luckily the guy came right to my parents' house, so I didn't have to get up that early. I was still feeling a little rough. He explained the whole thing to me, and I still haven't decided what to do. After he left, I decided to go back to bed.
This picture is of my friend from high school, Scott. Doesn't he look like Scott Weiland from Stone Temple Pilots circa 1993? Come on, a little bit? He's going to be a famous actor someday, so I'm putting this picture here so I can say I knew him when. He was actually my first boyfriend, and the first boy I ever kissed, in the sixth grade. Anyway, after sleeping for a few more hours, I got up and had to go to the mall because the skirt I had planned on wearing got a big hole in it which I noticed at Mary's rehearsal dinner. I went to the mall, bought some clothes, and made it home just in time to get ready for the rehearsal.
Did I mention I was doing a reading in the wedding? That's why I had to go to the rehearsal. It was...a rehearsal. I mean, for Catholic weddings, they're pretty much all the same. One highlight -- at some weddings I've been a part of, the priest has the couple say their entire vows during the rehearsal. I think that kind of takes away from the moment in the ceremony. Brenda and I were talking about it, and she agreed. So when the priest was all ready to make them say their vows, she told him she didn't want to. He was all, "You don't want to do the vows?" and Brenda said, "That's CORRECT!" and looked at me. It cracked me up.
After the rehearsal, we had a fairly informal dinner -- pizza and wings. It was nice and low key. I've been to fancy rehearsal dinners too. Both are nice. This was cool because I'm sure the bride and groom are nervous enough the night before the wedding and it was relaxing. Brenda gave me a beautiful, gigantic three-wick candle and holder as a gift, and wrote a nice card. She acts tough as nails, but she's really a softie.
Once the dinner was over, a bunch of us headed over to a bar in town. That was a lot of fun because I got to see some of the people who had come in from out of town to attend the wedding, but weren't part of the rehearsal. My brother and sister-in-law were there too, and later on my parents showed up. We had a good time. Many stories were told. My brother ended up giving me a ride home a bit after midnight. I was asleep before my crazy, partying parents got home! Tomorrow: the wedding and reception.
We had heard rumors. A friend of a friend knew the owner, and said there was trouble. Articles appeared in the paper, with quotes like, "We just can't keep up with the new technology." But we never thought it would happen to us. That's right. Our favorite video store, Chimney's Video, has closed its doors and the owner has filed for bankruptcy. It is a sad day, indeed.
Okay, so I'm being a little melodramatic, but not really. You see, this wasn't just any video store. This was the best video store of all time. I have a lot of fond memories of hours spent combing the shelves trying to find that fifth movie, so we could get the fabulous five movies for five dollars for five days deal.
And who can forget the "Les Midnight" section. It always puzzled me. First, the name. We have the French "les" followed by the English "midnight". Why the juxtaposition of the two? What did it mean? And then there was the selections within the section. Cult favorites and weird shit, mostly, and sometimes a drug reference or two. Where else would you see Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS shelved next to Nosferatu shelved next to Dazed and Confused? We made a project out of watching every single movie in the section, and we nearly did it.
And then there's the porn. It was kept in what we liked to call "the little room". I can't say I ever rented a movie from "the little room", but I liked knowing it was there. In a world where Blockbuster refuses to carry unrated movies, we need the "little rooms", I think.
When Jim and I lived in Michigan, we used to say that there were three things that we really missed about Syracuse. Wegman's (the grocery store), Chimney's (the video store) and Bison Dip (nectar of the gods). Well, now we're back and I went to Wegman's last night (although I didn't buy any Bison Dip) but I can't go to Chimney's anymore. The doors are closed, probably forever.
What went wrong? Am I to blame in some way? I'll admit that we don't rent videos as much as we used to, because now we have five HBO channels and PPV movies. I'm sure that the movie studios' deals with chains like Blockbuster and Hollywood Video had a little something to do with it, as well. I know it's hard for any non-chain store to succeed in this day and age, and as someone who worked for a chain store for a few years, I am VERY familiar with both sides of the chain/independent argument. That doesn't make me any less sad that Chimney's is gone.
And it is gone. Jim went to return a video last week, and he said the drop box was overflowing and it was closed. He called his mom (because she always knows these things) and she said it was gone for good. Bankruptcy. I know it seems silly to get sad over a video store closing, and life does go on. There's a video store up the street that it part of a local chain, and I'm sure we will get a membership there. I just have a lot of fond memories of Chimney's, and I just loved the sense of possibility I felt when I stepped through the doors. There were hundreds and hundreds of movies. Which one would I rent? An old favorite? A new release? Some indpendent film that never made it to the screens of Syracuse? An old classic that I never got around to watching? Something from the "Les Midnight" section? Hey, I could get all of those things, for five dollars.
So, that's why I will miss Chimney's. Video King just won't be the same.
Sunday was an eventful day. Jim and I drove to Rochester for his niece's birthday party. She's five years old. Have you been to a birthday party for a five-year-old? Recently? Like, not when you were five years old yourself? They're a lot louder than I remembered. But, as usual, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Jim's brother and sister-in-law, and his parents, were all attending this party. They had told Jim that they were planning on getting there early, I guess to get more time with the birthday girl before all the guests arrived. So we planned on getting there around noon. And we did. And we were the only ones there. So we sat around feeling useless for a few minutes, because the birthday girl's parents were trying to prepare for the onslaught. I suggested that we go grab some coffee or something, just to get out of their hair, and Jim agreed. So we went to Starbucks. Mmm, caramel frappucino. That ate up about 45 minutes, but when we returned, we were still the only ones there. We helped entertain the two kids so that Jim's sister could get ready, so I guess that was probably helpful. Part of this preparation included me pretending I know how to make balloon animals, which is what you see in the picture. I just started twisting and turning and that's what happened. It's a mask. I'm not letting you see the other picture where I pretend it's a hat, because it's just too goofy.
Did I mention it was hot? And humid? I had checked the forecast before I left, and it was only supposed to be in the low 70's, so I wore my capri jeans and a 3/4-sleeved top. By the time we arrived in Rochester, it was 86. So that kind of sucked. Totally my own fault, but it sucked. I hate being hot. I would so much rather be too cold, than too hot. Anyway, the rest of Jim's family arrived, and then guests started to spill in. There were a lot of little kids. The thing that's different about kids' parties these days is that the parents stay. I remember when I was little, our moms would just drop us off at the party and leave, probably cackling madly all the while and yelling, "Free at last! Free at last! Great God Almighty, I am free at last!" But nowadays, the parents stick around. It certainly makes sense, and I don't know how the parents of my peers handled ten screaming, sugared-up, overstimulated five-year-olds for a few hours. The activities at this party started with face painting. I didn't get any done, but all the kids did. Then, they played "Pin the Tail on Blue" -- you know, of Blue's Clues fame. I didn't really see much of that, because I was on the porch playing cards with Jim, Jim's brother, and Jim's sister-in-law.
Then, it was time to bust open the pinata (I'm sorry, but I don't know how to make the little squiggle over the "n". You know what I mean, though). They also had a pinata at last year's birthday party, and it went like this. First, the kids tried to break it while blindfolded. That didn't work out so well, so then the kids tried sans blindfold. But none of them could hit it hard enough, so then some adults tried. Still no breakage. Finally, someone cut the thing open and then someone else "hit" it to make it look good. All in all, it took about twenty minutes. So this year, the birthday girl's dad prepared the pinata ahead of time, by cutting it almost entirely open before hanging. Then the birthday girl broke it open on her third swing, as pictured here. Chaos! Little kids ran to pick up the candy. Littler kids cried because they didn't get any. Luckily, the parents made sure the candy was split equitably, and order was restored.
Finally, it was time to sing and blow out the candle. I love this picture. That's Jim's niece, with the tiger stripes, and his nephew is behind her, with the red hair. Soon after this took place, I won the card game, and we all retreated to the comfort of central air-conditioning inside. Then, I called my parents and we met them for dinner, which was great because we got to see them, but we didn't have to drive all the way to Caledonia to do it (it would have added about an hour to our trip). As much as I complain about the heat and the noisy kids, and pretend like I'm a curmudgeon, there is something really exciting about birthdays that most people lose as they get older. When you were a kid, your birthday was the best day of the year, because it was like Christmas, but just for you. As an adult, most people either dread their birthday, or ignore it. I'm trying not to do that. My birthday is in one week exactly. I'll let you know how that goes.
So, last night was the Emmy Awards. Did you watch? They were pretty good! I was pleasantly surprised by many of the winners, the show didn't drag on and on, and although some of the bits fell flat, I think the show overall was funny. Garry Shandling was much better than I had anticipated. Let's look at my picks versus the actual winners.
Drama Series: My pick, West Wing, took the award. Hooray! I think it's funny how, for the series awards, eight million people bum rush the stage. I think a couple of those people weren't even involved with the show. I think they were just stragglers.
Comedy Series: My pick, Will & Grace, won this one too. I'm two for two! I thought the real story of this year's awards was the triumph of Will & Grace over Friends.
Actor, Drama Series: I picked Martin Sheen, and James Gandolfini won. But that was like the one Sopranos victory of the night, although I thought the one Sopranos win should have gone to Edie Falco.
Actress, Drama Series: Sela Ward won, and I gave her props in my picks, but I still think Edie Falco should have gotten this one.
Actor, Comedy Series: Michael J. Fox, classy as always, took this one home. And he deserved it.
Actress, Comedy Series: Close, but no cigar. I picked Debra Messing, although I said Patricia Heaton deserved it. And Patricia Heaton got it! Good for her.
Supporting Actor, Drama: I picked Richard Schiff, and he won. That makes me 3 for 7. Ugh, I'm glad I didn't place money on this!
Supporting Actress, Drama: My pick is a little nebulous on this one. I clearly wanted Alison Janney to win (and she did), but I didn't think there was any way in hell it would happen. I'm going to pretend I got this one right, because I need the help.
Supporting Actor, Comedy: I picked Sean Hayes, and he won, as well he should have. I hope the actors on Will & Grace don't get big heads.
Supporting Actress, Comedy: I picked Mullally, and she won, as well she should have. That makes me 6 for 10.
Writing, Drama Series: Yeah, Aaron Sorkin's a good writer. He probably deserved an Emmy. But Joss Whedon was robbed! Robbed, I tell you! Anyway, I got this one wrong, obviously.
Writing, Comedy Series: Somehow, I didn't even have the ultimate winner, Malcolm In the Middle, in my list of nominees. I'm still sad that Freaks and Geeks didn't win, but it's a lot more palatable to get beaten by Malcolm than say, Frasier.
Guest Actor, Drama: One of those Practice people won.
Guest Actress, Drama: Another Practice win. Why don't they change the name of the show to Stunt Casting?
Guest Actor, Comedy: Bruce Willis won, and I didn't think he was all that funny. It's like, "Oh, he's a big time actor, and he did television! Give him an award!" Please.
Guest Actress, Comedy: Jean Smart won this one, and I thought Debbie Reynolds would. I didn't see Frasier where Smart was featured, so I can't really judge. I don't know. I used to like Designing Women, I guess.
Animated Program: This wasn't given out last night, was it? Oh, I have to go to the special awards ceremony, I guess. The Simpsons won, for the Behind the Music parody episode. Well, that was deserved.
Dude, I suck. I got 6 for 17. Those guest categories really threw me off. Overall, I think the new system (where people get to watch tapes in their own homes) worked out a lot better. I felt that the obvious choices didn't always win, and the deserving people usually did. I was really happy to see Eddie Izzard win a lot of awards for his special, because it is fucking hilarious. I guess that's all I have to say. See you later!
Sarah took this picture of my cats while she was visiting, so I thought I would include it here. It's nice that she manipulated it so that you can't see how dirty and smudged my windows are.
Just to let you all know, I changed hosts for my notify list. Egroups has added a LOT more advertising to each e-mail, and it was bugging me, so I changed to Topica. I just went through and changed all the links throughout the site, or tried to. I know my updates have been few and far between lately, so if you would rather get an e-mail when I update than check back all the time, sign up!
So, what's been going on since I got back from Sin City? Well, last weekend was Terry's bachelor party. It was an all day affair. Jim was in attendance until he sprained his ankle playing frisbee on the beach (or, as one of my friends described it, the surface of the moon, because it was filled with craters, thus the sprained ankle). The rest of the gang headed off to the State Fair and Jim headed off to Urgent Care for an X-ray. They told him nothing is broken and gave him a wrap and crutches. He's doing fine now, thanks.
Sunday, we went out to dinner with a bunch of people. Randy was in town for his brother's bachelor party, and I haven't seen him since I guess the Phantom Menace premiere party! It was Stimp and Tina, Mary and Terry, Randy, Chris, Jim and me. I had such a good time. It really felt like college (which makes sense, since those were the people I hung out with in college.) It was so great to hang out with people that I've known for a long time, who can just say two words and I will mentally fill in the rest of the joke, because we know each other so well. As much as I enjoyed meeting new people in Las Vegas, there really is something to be said for the comfort of old friends. Because we are all going in different directions these days, we don't get much opportunity to hang out without tons of new people. I don't mind the new people, and they all add something to the group, but once in a while, it's nice to just hang out with people I have known for a long time, that I can be myself around. I realized a few weeks ago, when we were at Terry and Mary's shower, that apart from family, I was probably the person at the party who had known Terry the longest! We met a few weeks into our freshman year of college, so we have been friends for ten years, almost exactly. Wow, ten years ago this week I was just starting college. I am so old.
Yesterday was Jim's birthday! I took him out to dinner at a new-ish restaurant in town called "The Mission". It's in an old church, and it's Mexican (or Pan-American, I think they call it.) The food was great, and we had a really nice time. We both ate so much that we came home and almost both fell asleep. Well, Jim kind of did fall asleep. I managed to stay awake until 10 PM. I guess that's a sign that we ARE old.
Geez, I'm getting all maudlin here. I'll leave you with some of my favorite search phrases that people used to find this site.
"really hairy dan hedaya"
"slipper fetish" (I get this one a lot b/c I used it as an entry title.)
"jobs at VH1"
"where is the hell?" (Good question.)
"tomb raider naked"
"How can I get a 2 dollar whore?"
"LAURYN HILL SUCKS!!!!!"
"well hung celebrities" (I get this one a lot too.)
And my favorite: "i want to see TOMB RAIDER FUCKING and but naked" I love that part of it is capitalized for emphasis.