Can I just say something, here? (This is a rant, so be warned. I’ll try to keep it short.)

My summer roommate is a wimp. I don’t mean that she chickens out or anything like that when the shit hits the fan. She’s cleaned out her fair share of clogged toilets and etc. However, we were watching The Mummy on TNT this evening and she had this maddeningly irritating habit of changing the channel just when the suspense was building and the movie was getting good. We ended up watching part of the movie and part of The Tyra Banks Show on Oxygen by skipping between the two for like AN HOUR. It was terrible. It’s not like The Mummy is the best movie in the world, but COME ON.

I wanted to cry.