I am only going to speak of happy fun times. No more critiquing of films. Can someone please explain to me what is going on with this whole "freedom fries" and "freedom toast" issue? It simultaneously makes me happy I don't have MSNBC/CNN/FOX to break this new patriotism phenom down for me, and provides a stab of homesickness. When I first heard about the new anti-France "stance" from restaurants in the States, I thought it was a joke. Until I read the headlines. I'm too lazy to even go off on my typical bizarro metaphor tangent, but I do hope that French Kissing does not become Freedom Kissing because that is just way to '60s free-love for me to handle.
I'm thinking that I should start running. Yes, running. I've been feeling too stressed out from doing this film, worrying about my future, etc. and I have finally succombed to the advice of the physically fit. I think. See, I hate running, sweating, turning red, physically hurting--so that rules out most sports. I bought a Pilates DVD and I love it, but I have predominantly male roomates that come in and out of our living room for tea and toast on whim, and I just don't want them to see me doing "Rolling Like a Ball". And, I can't afford a class. Why cannot the world of fitness revolve around stretching? I suppose I could swim, but I'm awful, and can only do the backstroke. I like graceful movement, not bouncing around like a pogo stick. The only reason I'm considering running is because there is a track in spitting distance from me, and it's free. It's either that or Valium.
I want my gossip! - 2005-08-17
Goodbye, BGT! - 2005-08-08
hell hath no fury like a awriting workshop - 2005-08-01
My Love Don't Cost a Thing - 2005-07-14
Kiss My Grits! - 2005-07-06
