BFF wants to keep him on the list - but I am going to be really practical here - he just went surfing on the island with two tall thin athletic gorgeous women. I would never in a million years try to compete with them. Hold on I'm not saying I'm chopped liver (seriously stuff kind of tastes okay in pate form), I am me - fabulous but shorter, curvy and athletic. I'm also realizing not to sell myself as brash, but I'm probably one of the most "worldly" of my graduate school counterparts - I'm not as I stand packaged - or ever will be for that matter, suitable for meekness. I am more the girl who you avoid getting liquor into because after more than a decade in the health care industry there is no such thing as that's "too personal" for me or the person I'm asking. Yes I'm trying to change that - but being honest - I think the world needs more people who are okay with their bodies and their crazy lives. For example, it seems people still get squeamish when I say my parents are divorced. Divorce happens for a variety of reasons. My parents are the kind of divorced people who don't like each other - but still think Christmas together is worth a go. Yes because Christmas when you were married was so bloody successful. I hope you all see know why it took the last 3 years of no holidays with family to not be a crunchy old fart when this season rolled around.
So bottom line - I have a NLLL load of stuff to do - and I am going to start with re-watching The Silence of the Lambs and before you ask it's for my film class. I figure if I watch it in the morning, Rachel Getting Married about lunch time and the Philadelphia before bed - crying myself to sleep might actually be therapeutic. Why I picked a director with such emotional movies for me I have no idea. Seriously I should have picked John Hughes.
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