In an act that was less altruism and more about me getting off my lazy ass, I ventured down to Armani Exchange this morning with Pet. She is a fantastic enabler and I left with some great new stuff. That I can't afford. After smoothies, I headed out to see Mystic River and Pet got on a train to somewhere cold in the northern regions of NY.


I knew that this was going to be a sad movie but I did not intend to have my guts ripped out. God. From 5 minutes in until the very end, it was painful. Absolutely painful. I went from feeling agony for Sean Penn's character to wishing him a slow, torturous death. I went from feeling fear and compassion for Marcia Gay Harden's character to loathing her for what she put in motion. I went from feeling doubt about Tim Robbin's character to crying for him. Plus, Laura Linney...she's my favorite actress and, lord, she may have been the scariest of all.


I guess that's what a good movie is supposed to do to you but I was wholly unprepared for this film. So dark. And I do recommend it.

Elsewhere...I've seen the icon meme going around but I have a feeling that the universal answer regarding my icons would be "diva hips/fuck me hair." It's been my default forever. Aside from, perhaps, a JoeC or two, is there anything that represents me better?

Last, I do want to publicly thank my SeSa betas for their help with And Who I Am Now. [livejournal.com profile] mickeym, [livejournal.com profile] mixedsignal, and [livejournal.com profile] stargems provided invaluable feedback and [livejournal.com profile] canadiankracka had to listen to me wander around Paris saying, "So, they left the museum..." I appreciate you all!
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