Dec 02, 2011 21:22
One of the biggest tragedies of my life is that it seems nobody loves westerns anymore. I mean, come on! Guys shooting each other, drinking whiskey and riding horses, what's not to love? People I know seem somehow incapable of appreciating the beauty of the Wild West for reasons entirely unknown for me *rolls her eyes*
RL seems pretty adamant that it's not going to cut me any slack any time soon. There's so much that needs to be done that I want to curl up and wait for it to forget about me. I deserted, a bit. In the end it was just me, Paul Newman, the Wild West and beer. Now, I'm pretty much freaking out how I'm gonna deal with tomorrow but a girl needs her fun from time to time, doesn't she? Doesn't she? *sighs* It's a harsh world we live in.
But Paul the movie? So worth it!
rl