Kill Bill

Just chilling here watching The Times' DVD expose on Tarantino's new flick - he's so passionate about what he does, how lucky.

This morning while setting up everything at work I came to a new conclusion: if I don't get out of the licenced trade soon I think I may die of heart disease before I turn 30. There's just something so damn appealing about that layer of fat tied onto the top of a roasting joint of beef. I cant help but eat it, and while I'm actually chewing it I swear I can taste the cholestrol. Mmmmm...