A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
Today I went to Salvation Army. I hate how every time I go there is that inevitable group of like, lame-o preppy kids who just go to make fun of all the crappy old dresses from the 70's and the dirty bright orange parachute pants. All that kind of stuff. Because then there's kids like me, looking for actual cute stuff they can get on a retail-worker's salary, and then you sort of feel pathetic, like a joke. Whatever. Although there wasn't much good stuff today.
Then I went to Target and bought some undergarments.
I'm totally serious about having a Titanic party. Every once in a blue moon I start getting the urge to watch it again, even though it COMPLETELY destroys me for at least 24 hours, but when I watch it with other people sometimes the recovery period is not as bad. But also it's quite embarassing because I think I cry more than any sane person should (Jennifer. You may recall that time at your house.) And sometimes I watch it with people who dont' cry at all, so it's an awkward moment.
Maybe we could all dress up in period costumes, and have a fancy meal just like at the dinner Jack was invited to after he saved Rose's life, when he got all dressed up in Molly Brown's son's suit and had to pretend he was just one of the rich guys. And then maybe we could go on and make lots of babies, and watch them grow, and die as old ladies, warm in our beds.
I'm thinking Saturday night, my house, we could even have a sleep-over if you think you'll be too emotionally distraught to drive home. ESPECIALLY anyone who has never seen Titanic (i.e. GWEN) should come watch.
(Is it weird that I love this movie so much?)
Then I went to Target and bought some undergarments.
I'm totally serious about having a Titanic party. Every once in a blue moon I start getting the urge to watch it again, even though it COMPLETELY destroys me for at least 24 hours, but when I watch it with other people sometimes the recovery period is not as bad. But also it's quite embarassing because I think I cry more than any sane person should (Jennifer. You may recall that time at your house.) And sometimes I watch it with people who dont' cry at all, so it's an awkward moment.
Maybe we could all dress up in period costumes, and have a fancy meal just like at the dinner Jack was invited to after he saved Rose's life, when he got all dressed up in Molly Brown's son's suit and had to pretend he was just one of the rich guys. And then maybe we could go on and make lots of babies, and watch them grow, and die as old ladies, warm in our beds.
I'm thinking Saturday night, my house, we could even have a sleep-over if you think you'll be too emotionally distraught to drive home. ESPECIALLY anyone who has never seen Titanic (i.e. GWEN) should come watch.
(Is it weird that I love this movie so much?)