I told her I was proud of her, that I love her and I miss her, and that Im not only saying so on Mothers Day, its just that lately theyve been very hard to reach.
After a conversation like that, there's nothing to do but turn Holly Golightly.
I get the moral, the lesson if you will, of Breakfast at Tiffanys. But am I the only one thinking she might be onto something, anyways?
Saturday, May 26
Dawn
And I did get a flickr account, and I am uploading the pictures, and I guess there is much to tell but I found myself without words. Insert Fawn + Draft here.
However, I am moving. Soon. What living with boyfriend will be like, I have no idea, but Im thinking it will be better than current situation. State. Sphere. Im very excited (but not unrealisticaly so) about it, and the new neighbourhood is purdy, albeit less central.
In fact, I let myself be excited again; over potential summer with money and freedom (I know! No, Im not kiddin!), friends in the country again, love and all the sex I want, transformers & pirates, music, flares, and why yes, I do feel some sort of spirit of the seventies coming over me. Would that be so bad?
Since my life breaks down into movies, rather than weeks, I thought Id put down some:
This week, since the sun is shining (and will for many hours more) films I really enjoyed
Children of Men (If you liked playing Half Life, youd prolly like it)
Tenacious D, for the soundtrack
Stranger than Fiction
Little Miss Sunshine
The Lives of Others
And, the one that made me, the girl who never, ever, cried or even sniffled during a film (not even E.T, when I was six, or whatever) break down like a little girl:
Babel.
My mouth is dry from pollen and cigarettes, the pile of returned DVDs is growing and in all honesty, Im not as poetic as I want to be.
However, I am moving. Soon. What living with boyfriend will be like, I have no idea, but Im thinking it will be better than current situation. State. Sphere. Im very excited (but not unrealisticaly so) about it, and the new neighbourhood is purdy, albeit less central.
In fact, I let myself be excited again; over potential summer with money and freedom (I know! No, Im not kiddin!), friends in the country again, love and all the sex I want, transformers & pirates, music, flares, and why yes, I do feel some sort of spirit of the seventies coming over me. Would that be so bad?
Since my life breaks down into movies, rather than weeks, I thought Id put down some:
This week, since the sun is shining (and will for many hours more) films I really enjoyed
Children of Men (If you liked playing Half Life, youd prolly like it)
Tenacious D, for the soundtrack
Stranger than Fiction
Little Miss Sunshine
The Lives of Others
And, the one that made me, the girl who never, ever, cried or even sniffled during a film (not even E.T, when I was six, or whatever) break down like a little girl:
Babel.
My mouth is dry from pollen and cigarettes, the pile of returned DVDs is growing and in all honesty, Im not as poetic as I want to be.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)