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I don't know if it was because I drank that lime and bitter in the morning when I shouldn't have but as though I was taken over by a tooni-mono I went and bought another pair of thongs (these are shoes where I come from), a blouse and a copy of Musicophilia. It just has such lovely lettering on the cover, sitting on my desk, reminding me I can't really be purchasing for the pure pleasure of it. Can't afford to.
This was yesterday and we saw Benjamin Button and Slumdog Millionaire one after the other. Don't. I was reeling. Lifted the armrests and squashed up together in our popcorned chairs because the cinema was so cold and Brad Pitt ruined my life even though he never convinced me as Achilles. Probably the most painful film I've seen this year - characters vulnerable and beautiful no matter how old or young they were or became. I think I cried for the entire last third and couldn't be sure exactly who for or why.
So we missed the dancing lions and flags and floats but it finally feels like the beginning of a new year.
This was yesterday and we saw Benjamin Button and Slumdog Millionaire one after the other. Don't. I was reeling. Lifted the armrests and squashed up together in our popcorned chairs because the cinema was so cold and Brad Pitt ruined my life even though he never convinced me as Achilles. Probably the most painful film I've seen this year - characters vulnerable and beautiful no matter how old or young they were or became. I think I cried for the entire last third and couldn't be sure exactly who for or why.
So we missed the dancing lions and flags and floats but it finally feels like the beginning of a new year.