Friday Five...Wednes Seven

Great heavens, people are freaking out around here.
Without further ado...the Friday Five:

1. What was the last song you heard?
Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison

2. What were the last two movies you saw?
Monsters Inc. on TV Starsky and Hutch at Showcase

3. What were the last three things you purchased?
Cab ride, sub sandwich from Jimmy Johns, Bic lighter

4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
Work 3 shifts, make cake for wrap party, shoot scenes in movie,
hook up, tape new Simpsons and Sopranos.

5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
shakeshookshock, My Hot Hot Boss, cab driver, H, madush69's voicemail.

And if I may complain about a thing or two that's bugging me:

One is that no one should be swearing at theatre employees about stupid things. Some guy just went off on one of us because he didn't think we brought him his pretzel in the theatre fast enough. He gets at your seat service and still bitches about it...
I myself do not serve anyone who curses at me.

Also, I helped someone get hooked up the other day. They got pulled over and VOLUNTARILY gave up the bag. They were not under arrest...they just gave it up. Then they come to me talking about it, like its my fucking fault. So the fuzz has a bag with my prints on it.
What the fuck is wrong with people being so goddamn stupid.

I mean he fell for that line "is there anything you want to tell me about"...yes, the line cops use on 12 year old kids at Hash Bash and this asshole fell for it. Unbeleivable.
Well, I hope he has another hookup.