Movies watched on plane:
Les Mis - ***
Moonrise Kingdom -**
Wreck-It Ralph - ****
Also I decided that the lawyer I like reminds me a bit of Ed Norton, and also I identify way too much with Eponine. Gotta change that!
Ok, now we’re packing.
The dude playing Llewyn Davis reminds me a lot of Jake Johnson. I wish it *was* Jake Johnson.
two more things
Two more to be filed under “The New York Times is ON IT.” One: That whole article about Random Access Memories is all “we got real musicians!” “we wanted authentic sound!” And yet Casablancas and whoever sings “Within” are both autotuned like crazy. Two: Pity the author of the article about topknots (what was *that* assignment meeting like?). Also, I don’t need to do anything fancy to get a topknot, fuckwad. All I need is my own hair and a barrette.
guess who doesn’t want to pack?
This rain totally blows. I have *things* to do, and I wanted to go the gym but RAIN. I have to make myself start packing tonight, or at least laying out my clothes and whatnots. I’m not going to be able to sleep tomorrow night; I know it.
Hot Saturday night.
Frankenyogurt.
This month’s model.
Such a babe.
(Source: rygos, via icedwhitemocha)
Isn’t it funny how I’m perfectly fine talking to him at a happy hour, but when it comes time to discuss actual work, I get all flustered and inarticulate? I’m more articulate after 3 glasses of whiskey than I was on the phone this afternoon. It’s because I don’t really know what I’m talking about and I don’t want to sound like a dumbass, and yet I wind up sounding like a dumbass anyway. SIGH.
