American Werewolf in London (1981)

I think it's safe to say this film has been a favorite of mine since I was six or seven. My love of gore started way back when I was a little blonde, blue eyed pastor's daughter. A lot has changed in that time, the least of all being my haircolor. One thing will always remain the same. I love this movie. On some secret level, I feel actual pain during the transformation scene. I don't think any special effects before or since has made me actually hurt for a character more. When I think of movies my two little boys must see, this tops the list. It is scary, but has that great early 80s humor most horror movies had then. I miss the good old days.

Happy Birthday to me...Again?

Corey Taylor as a birthday gift would be the greatest ever. I'm not saying I'd like to hold him against his will in my basement, but I will say...that may be fun. I'm not your run of the mill groupie fangirl. I don't obsess over bands or musicians. I do enjoy music and I do find men attractive. When the two pair for me, it's Corey. Gone are the days of my youth when a pretty face could draw my attention. I need substance and he has it. His lyrics are clever, dark and full of passion derived from life experiences. What I wouldn't give to have the ability to let out what kills me inside the way he seems to do almost effortlessly. I've spent well over a decade being a fan in many different areas and don't see that changing anytime soon.

So when all of you think what the perfect gift for me is this year. I've given you the answer ahead of time. It's simple...Corey Taylor. Thanks! And if for some reasons my life long fear of dying at 27 is right...I love you all! If not, Hello 28 (you suck already).