Saturday, 27 November 2010

Cuckoo, cuckoo

Watching One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, I realised that my corridor and the inmates of the mental asylum were far too similar for peace of mind. Not specifically, but in the interactions as a group. When I got back last night I even figured out which one was which but I couldn't remember the characters' names, and it's not always a perfect fit. And we definitely do not have a nurse character because she is a biatch.

And wierdly enough, the bedrooms in the movie's asylum were rather similar to the ones in Moberly. I don't mind, it simply confirms my belief that I am living life to the full.

So, CHICKEN.

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