I need you like Ben Affleck needs acting school.

I was recently introduced to the filthy excellence of "Team America: World Police". Now, I didn't see all of it, as my mother was a little scandalized when it came on Comedy Central a few weekends ago, but luckily, the whole family came together to sing along with "America (F*** Yeah!)". Because that's what family's like.

Ironically, now I want to see "Pearl Harbor", so that I can legitimately complain about it.

Speaking of terrible movies, or rather, unintentionally hilarious films: "Transformers"! I mean, seriously, who polled the thirteen year old boys to find out that what they love most in cinema is 1) boobs, 2) explosions, and 3) cheap humor. Why did they bother with trying to piece together a plot line? And in the second one, really? Robot heaven? Really?

I think that movie dropped my IQ a couple of points.

Haha, not like anyone would notice me missing a handful of grey matter.

Speaking of things that matter, HOMECOMING. Yeah, that's right, yo. It's coming on serious, and it's coming on fast. And damn! I need a dress! And apparently H and I are gonna try to follow theme (Way Back When), though I dunno what time period. (His suggestion of going as the 1930s wearing barrels is hilariously tempting.) Flapper or '40s, ladies and gents? Send in your votes, or bets, or whatever!

And finalement, who actually READS this blog? I thought it was just Amani and Lauren and those folks, but apparently, you read it, Clayton? What in the blue blazes? Reveal yourselves, mystery readers, so that I know exactly who I'm divulging my secrets to.....

Much love,

Rosa! The Fiery Latina!