"Let's watch movie!"
"Ok," I say, "what movie?"
"Anything!" he says.
"Anything?" I ask, knowing I have to be specific or regret it the rest of the night.
"Anything!"
"What about these?" I say, handing him a plastic bag of newly-bought dvds.
"Aaanytheeng...!!" He begins to sound annoyed.
So I turn around, and put on another DVD lying on the floor (there are always DVDs lying on the floor - it's like an Elephant's Graveyard of DVDs, only there's no bones, and, um, no elephants)
Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay starts playing.
"Nooo!" My ever-ebullient boyfriend barks. "Play one from the plastic bag!"
I sigh. Here we go again. "Which one?"
"Aaaany one!" Gosh. His girlfriend is so dense sometimes. Also amazingly un-psychic.
I pick out Tekkonkinkreet (It's high-def anime. Don't ask) and wave it at him. "This one?"
"Noooo! Play Batman. Play Batman."
I do so love him, but sometimes, he drives me nuts.
Mood:
Gawd
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