Grrrrr... when I moved Ubershique to its new server last week it took all of 3 whole days to transfer everything (JOE, yes you, PLEASE NOTE I SPELLED EVERY SINGLE WORD IN THAT SENTENCE CORRECTLY!) And now the dickwads with power have decided to string out the transfer of sopheava as long as possible.
I so wasn't going to write until I had everything rebuilt, but seriously, not writing is going to make me explode (kind of like what Steve does if he doesn't get his pictures developed in one hour). ARE THEY DONE YET? ARE THEY DONE YET? ARE THEY DONE YET?
And now that I'm giving myself carte blanche of course there's NOTHING I can think about writing.
Wait, yes there is something. Today is a remarkable day if for no other reason than the fact that I LEFT THE HOUSE WITHOUT GLASSES ON for the first time in about 12 years *can see reflection of self doing jig*. Give or take, you know. Yesterday I went to the contact-doctor and received a couple of samples to try out... but it still freaks me out every time I go to the bathroom to see my reflection.
My NAKED-faced reflection.
Could my face BE any more naked?
And when did I get such huge circles under my eyes?
Man, I have some not-very-pretty eyes.
Glasses were good for a lot of reasons, and if I weren't looking so god damned fantastic in the cute little rose tinted glasses I just purchased I'd think about going back to the frames thing. Albeit there's this inkling deep inside that's just begging for me to head to the MAC counter at the mall so I can buy and pack 10 lbs. of eye-makeup on my face so I look like all the other caked-up make-up chicks walking around. Instead of the naked-faced freak with the cutest rose tinted sunglasses you ever did see.
I also watched the movie Closer last week. Correction. I watched the movie Closer about a dozen times last week. After all the Oscar hype, I decided to buy it for the mere, lone reason that Jude Law and Clive Owens were in it. Cuz YUM!
Hello, my name is Margaret and I'm shallow. Yes, it's the truth.
After the first viewing my initial thought was, "I can't believe I bought this fucking movie. Jesus!" Seriously... it was NOTHING like I thought it would be after all the buzz and hype.
My second thought was, "I wonder if Clive Owens and/or Jude Law will ever read my website and fall fantastically in love with me. Cuz if they ever saw me in rose tinted glasses they'd be on the first plane to Minneapolis (and if you go from Gatwick, there's a nice little direct flight via NWA)."
Third came, "I feel... disturbed. I think I'm gonna go take a shower."
But then I watched it again. And again. And again and again and again. And every single time I watched it something new surfaced. It has now turned transformed and evolved in to one of my favorite movies. Of all time. It's so completely fucked in every way that I have fallen head over heels for it.
There you have it.... the utter and total nonsense that's been dying to find its way to you the past 3 days. Whew. Ok. NOOWWWWWW I'll see you on the other side!
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Yet, it's Clive Owen...not "Owens", lass. Realistic film, if nothing else - and to think one could label it realistic with Julia Roberts cast.
There is absolutely NOTHING shallow whatsoever about wanting to shag Jude or Clive. It's perfectly natural darling. If you didn't want to, we'd wonder about you. Hell, I'm thinking throw Natalie Portman in and you have a trifecta!