i've lost you.
music: new order - age of consent.
recently jay and i have been sleeping like paper dolls, on account of my minor cold. last night we returned to the classic spoons position because he's a girl, and he likes to be spooned.
we went to see art school confidential last night with my co-worker (hi, mike!). i enjoyed about half of the movie before the main character found himself in uncomfortable situations (which then made me uncomfortable), and then proceeded to alienate me with his decisions.
what went wrong? the complete 180 the character made. was was right? all the art school stereotypes. because we all know things are funnier when they're true.
but now i really want to see both little miss sunshine and marie antoinette. so while i hate kirsten dunst i will see it, because i have faith in sofia coppola. she hasn't let me down yet.
i don't know if i've mentioned it yet, but cash loves bill murray. we established this conclusion after watching broken flowers a few months back, but while i was watching lost in translation the other night he was staring at the screen. jay and i were watching him watch bill and when i lifted my hand to get his attention i inadvertently blocked his view. he meowed loudly and, literally now, gestured to move my hand out of his way or he would chew it off while i slept.
p.s and mom, tell me exactly who edward norton looks like in this trailer. i had to do a double take a few times.