Jeff and I were planning on watching the fight this weekend, but we were butt tired after eating dinner at Kisling’s. It sucks when people cancel parties at the last minute. I hate that. I am glad we didn’t pay for it, because I would have been pissed after that russian dumb ass walked off in the third round. On Saturday I stuffed myself with some pizza from Matthew’s Pizzeria and then we jetted to the cheapie theater to see The Patriot. It was an okay movie. I still have not decided on a Halloween costume. I think I will go as Mystique, from the X-Men movie, imitating Shenae. That is a good one. I could always go as the got milk girl, even though I hate milk.