And my roots shall set off to seek another land
I am turning 27 fucking years old and I am having spot problems again. Like what the fuck. Is this going to be a forever sort of thing.
BACK ON THE CLINDAMYCIN.
"No one needs to feel sorry for me or Michael Gambon [who played Professor Dumbledore in the Harry Potter movies] or anyone else who has fallen victim to success."
Damien Lewis can have every single motherfucking seat. I will get out of my chair and offer it to his irrelevant ass. PS we all noted the homophobic comment.
Bless Sir Ian for his class, grace, and subtle shade.
My hair is accidentally startlingly beautiful today and I can’t even look in the mirror without getting emotional.
Me with my Movie Star Hair
The carpets were cleaned today, so I turned on my sweet little space heater to try and dry them faster. And then I shut the door. And paced the floor while listening to Rock Me Amadeus on repeat.
My best friend had her baby and I had to do that “grab the baby by the face no it’s okay you won’t hurt it you’re supposed to do this grab the baby by the face” hold while we’re at the hospital. The whole time, all I could think was OH GOD PLEASE DON’T DROP HER.
And when I was taking pictures, there was side boob everywhere. So I had to crop every picture to send it to my mom, because hi, my mom doesn’t need to see my BFF’s side boob.
Her husband was like “yeah, I don’t care, I don’t crop it.” So blasé about the side boob. He’s been sending me pictures all day. And then his mom sends me pictures. And his mom texts me. Whoever is at the hospital sends pictures to everyone else. I don’t know what will happen when we’re all in the same living room tomorrow.
I took a picture of my best friend’s baby and then showed her the picture while my best friend was holding the baby.
Also I just realized that Alec Baldwin is the husband from Beetlejuice. Which means I’ve had a crush on Alec Baldwin since I was about six or seven. That may have pushed John Cusak out of the Oldest Crush top spot.
It’s been a busy few days.