2. Being an avid Diane Lane fan, I will be viewing Under the Tuscan Sun. Sure, I'll go alone, but who the hell cares. I'll have Diane, too much popcorn, and a golden-lit movie to watch. Yay for vaginas!
3. I was driving home from my parents' house last night, and being heavily under the influence of "Donnie Darko" from last week, I thought I saw something ab-so-lutely insane. You see, there's this ridiculously bright sign as you go through hills that has the upcoming shows at San Felipe Casino Hollywood, and it lights up the whole goddamn southwest. So, I think it was flashing "Julio Iglesias" when I thought I read the name of this therapist that works with me - Elda Pinsonneault. I really thought I read it, and then I realized it said something completely different. At this point I thought - what an oddly fantastic addition to a movie this weird instance would be! And then I realized that it wouldn't make sense - not even in a movie. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
4. It's funny - I'm pretty sure that Wilshire sounds like it should have been on the So I Married an Axe Murderer Soundtrack - which came out ten years ago, and still has questionable taste, albeit very Adult/Contempo/San Francisco. Needless to say & long story short - Wilshire sucks fat donkey dong.
5. I've started writing psychotic, desperate fan letters to designers I wish to emulate. No, you're right - it's not necessarily a good idea. I just thought - maybe, you know. Letters are so unused these days. Maybe I'd stick out. Like a big re-re on the left hand side of the road, flash in the pan, pants down, insert fishnet-clad hens and drunken party animals plus Sir Poopsalot. Nonnn-sense!
6. I was scrolling up to see if I was putting the right numbers in sequential order, when all I caught was "flashing Julio Iglesias" - which made me laugh, laugh, laugh. Anyway, the cocktail party was a floppity flopmonger, only enhancing my disgust with this two-horse town and all its nasty perverts lurking behind every corner. That's the last time for me, sonniree!
I do sincerely hope that your Monday is not as riddled with horseshit as mine is...