I accidentally sat in the perfect seat at the movies a few days ago. To be honest I can’t recommend it. it's ruined my life and made me into a monster. I'm uncovering neuroses they write Curb episodes about. To anyone planning to see a movie with me soon: I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. But I’m embracing the darkness.
I went to see much-recommended Nosferatu today. The ticket taker told me theater 8, just like she told the people ahead of me, so that’s where I went. I sit in my seat H4 and before the show someone sits in H5. Im wondering why this person bought the seat next to me. Then someone sits in H3 and I’m thinking maybe we all bought tix at the same time. Then all the previews are horror movies. Then finally the movie starts on a sunny day in LA where a diner waitress is getting off the night shift and I’m thinking this is interesting! And then the title comes up One of Them Days and I feel silly for wondering about these people on either side of me. I stayed and watched and it’s a fun movie!
i can kick my feet up on the chairs in front of me, switch seats at my own whim + laugh & cry as loud as i want with the luxury of the large silver screen all to myself
The best part of phones is that they’re a small box of all of your friends. You can basically always talk to one of your friends. Even if they’re one million away. Isn’t that just the coolest thing ever. Call a friend today and chat for no reason. It’s one of the best things you can do.
Folks— whether or not I should be ashamed to admit it, I’m all about sitting on the toilet and going on my phone. It’s very easy (and fun) to be guilty of this; a faint Instagram reel through the door is the modern warbler by the window.
