Fat Girl at the Table

I wanna be Storm in this mf.

The French might be French, but their food is their saving grace.

Toast the bread with a bit of butter in the skillet, pour the cream, top bread with eggs, season, top with cheese

Bake @ 375°F until eggs are set to your likeness.

I let it all soak together while I waited for the oven to heat up.

I added sausages.

I did not steep the cream with rosemary and garlic because I didn't want to.

I might broil it next time instead of baking. Just to see.

I was trying to like this, but I cannot.

I hate aliens. Well. . . No, that's not totally true. I don't mind aliens as long as it's "here's some aliens. Let's get it" and not "aliens? Do they exist?" I hate that. And that's what this movie is.

I truly have no idea what I watched or what I was supposed to get out of it. It felt like a lot of ideas, and none of them came together to form a cohesive piece.

I fell asleep several times. So maybe the good stuff was in those moments.

What was Emily Blunts character? An alien? A witness? vessel?

And what was Josh O'Connor? An alien? Were they supposed to be lovers, siblings, her protector? Her first alien?

Colin Firth, I've loved him since, What a Girl Wants, and he looks so good in this, but I needed subtitles for most of his dialog.

Still bangs

I be at work missing my iPod so bad. We need to bring those back.

The whole jealous mmc is not it. It gives loser whose never had nothing.

The girl is smart and talented and beautiful. Of course men approach her. Don't be fucking weird and act like they are encroaching on your territory.

The first store I went too didn't have what I was looking for and almost had a panic attack.

The second store had way more options and specifically what I wanted. So now I'm just deciding on what to do.

The part scaring me the most is the braid down. Because, whilst I can cornrow, it's not the best or tight. Plus, I am allergic to everything, so putting gels and stuff in my head to lock them in and keep them smooth is not really an option.

And I don't know what it will look like if I don't do boxes all the videos I find are girls doing boxes the one girl I saw who just did straight backs like I want, was doing curls so she could hid her braid down.

It's overflowing with conflict, but it means nothing because it all just goes away.

I love second chance romance, I love an it was always you romance, they're classic tropes that allow for some good angst and yearning, but Chris and Jenny die so early, and there are no meaningful flashbacks to almost moments. Just that one at the pool, but it goes nowhere.

This movie needed more Morgan and Jonah and a lot less Clara and Miller. The adults should've been the focus. I thought we were going to see Morgan take back her life, find herself. Renovate the house with Jonah's help and realize that she owes nothing to her cheating husband and backstabbing sister. While realizing that her daughter is not her and that she's got to have her own life.

And I don't like that whole "I was dating her but thinking about you" that Miller said that's gross and he's wasting that girls time and getting her hopes up.

I thought Miller's daddy, being a felon, was going to come into play. Like he was an ex, they were half-siblings. Or Miller was a troubled youth. But nope, it's not even mentioned later. They were so weird about him, I was expecting an "IKWYDLS" type reveal and that they thought Miller was dating her as revenge for his dad going to prison.

Per Dave Franco: go girl, give us nothing.

Did they have sex? I thought they fell asleep together.

The use of drugs and alcohol in this felt very boomer after school special. Like her character was not convincing me that she would do these things.

I paused this movie and had twenty minutes left and I was flabbergasted.

Please go see this in theaters.

Right now, I can only think of two, The Boy and The Black Phone, but my point still stands the sequels are right there, but they always go too damn far.

And yes, technically, TBP is a supernatural horror, with Gwen being psychic and the spirits. However, the Grabber is not. He's just a man. A sick perverted man. Making him an entity does nothing. Putting him on iceskates, however, is hilarious.

Here's an idea, Finn is trying to move on from the trauma, but Gwen is still having visions and tells him about another kid. He's checking out and becoming a burnout. Realizing that this is happening to another child and he's the one who has to help him is what helps him bounce back.

It could be a Grabber copycat or perverts move in circles, make it an accomplice.

There is no need to turn the Grabber into an evil spirit. An evil spirit is not scarier than a p***phile.

Just like a grown ass man living in the walls of your home is 100 times scarier than a possessed doll.

Did we not see the way Frank was looking at Emily when she threw that bottle at Templeton's car.

Hot as hell. It was palpable.

Like he wanted to devour her, and she wanted to let him.

Frank/Victoria & Emily/Shred have never had that fire.

His voice is so sinister. His choices are so sinister and cold. Whenever it's his chapter, i feel like the book switches genres and now it's a thriller, and he's planning to kill the FMC. His character choices are making the character a jerk. Also, he's white, and the way he reads the black FMCs lines is not the right vibe.

I thought it was because I listen on 1.25 speed, so it out it at 1.00 (normal), and nope, nope, nope. It's worse. It's so slow, and the way he describes sexy stuff, it feels like he wants to eat her and not in the sexy way.

I didn't want it to end.