What if I told you that it was jealousy that might make me to start writing again? Or that sneezing sometimes made my nipples hard. Or that the cinema is my new drug, replacing fat bags with films at ten bucks a pop.
What if I told you that I pretended to like In The Bedroom more than I actually did and that I’m not making that same mistake with No Country for Old Men just because I’m supposed to. It is leading the pack in Oscar nods this year ya know... But some movies just move. Way. Too. Slow.
For.
My.
Taste.
To put it in the words of one Cher Horowitz, as if.
~ the lady love
