Friday, January 23, 2009

I'm the smartest girl you've ever spent the night with on the train.

I'm watching "North by Northwest."  The love story is so silly and enjoyable.  I'm cementing hair ideas into my brain from Eva Marie Saint.  Cary Grant has really been growing on me.  But I admit I prefer his younger days.

Hmmm I think that I think about deceased male celebrities too often.  I'm probably a bit crazy.  Oh well.  Who wants a Real love life?  Those things are horrible and messy and full of hell. Oh me.  The eternal optimist.

I wish there was somebody to talk to.  There.  You've found out the truth.  I have no life. (mwa mwaaaa)

My great aunt called the house once (back when I was living with ma mère) on a Friday night and asked me in a shocked tone, "You're home alone on DATE night??!!"  Ha ha.

Whatever, life.  At least PBS is here.  PBS can't let me down.  Here's a nice picture for whoever's passing by.


Kelsy said...

I'm not sure I like Eva Marie Saint, but I also can't hate her. Really, that's all I have to say.

Margaux said...

Yeah, I know what you mean. I really do.