Aug 29, 2006 00:09
At the beginning of my shift, a guy told me I had a wonderful smile. Talking to the ghost in my bathroom mirror, I believed him just now.
I was asking if we should stay up and watch Munich since I still haven't seen it, and I couldn't hear him so I got that self-conscious smile that makes me believable. . .
I saw Little Miss Sunshine last night. I liked it because it was sad and funny and good without trying to be profound or artsy.
There's nothing to be excited about.
Prove me wrong.